Lost Last Words

You seek in me an ideal
That you claim you know
And however hard you probe
You just need an excuse to empathize.

Perhaps you grew up with it
To seek excellence in your partner,
The best traits of each human
Blending to make an ideal.

The ideal you seek is self-correcting
It continually builds as you experience
Life in its immense complexities.

However, your lofty ideal burdens on me.
A small mortal and no God,
I am a person, a process, which grows
And changes with time, or shall I say
With love, tolerance and belief
And with pain, anger and inconvenience.

You may like me to be someone else
And whatever verdict you finally pass,
You have a right to be correct.

Care for me or tear my heart
But look deep within,
There are no images of your ideal,
Only blood that continually sizzles
To change each part of my body
With a love that appreciates you
In the way you are.