Expectations are such hideous things.
Its comes as natural as the sun, with time.
For you soon, have to bend to its whims,
Like in the shop, that average canine.

Gone are your self, your freedom, your mind
In place, her thoughts, her wishes, her wants.
Resist, and anger and wrath you'll find,
That you have no choice, but to slant.

Expectations, that monstrous thing
Placed upon us mercilessly.
That sometimes it makes us think,
"Why'd I do it willingly?"


Because I love her, simply.