Baffled

Yes, you are beautiful, my dear,

And charming, too. But you have no drive!

You don't grab hold of things at all.

And never do you listen

To my clear and orderly instructions.

I've even tried to rearrange your mechanism,

To adjust the many parts

So they would run more smooth.

But you are built in such a way

You can't be fixed.

I simply cannot work with anything so scrambled:

There are even pieces missing altogether!

Sorry, honey. Put your own self back together,

Now I've taken you apart.

How do you survive at all my darling,

Floating along like a bubble in the sky?

Why didn't you tell me you were fashioned

From odds and ends and bits of dreams?

Then I'd have long ago been on my way.

Today I love you far too much to leave.

That elusive strain of music in you

Sings to me with such a sweetness

That I am trapped, dear heart,

In this slippery pit of constant frustration.