Somehow It Matters If It's Real (sonnet)

Oh Heart, I thought you dead, you beat again. 
Oh Soul, I thought you stone, and yet you feel.
Oh wow, I hadn't laughed since God knows when,
And yet, somehow it matters if it's real.
I don't want just a foolish fling that fails.
I don't want empty words or shallow sex.
I've buried doubt in a coffin with nails,
If I needed drama, I'd call my ex.
I don't want a stalker who likes my feet.
I don't want a rich man who buys me things.
I want a man who is always discreet,
One who will let me try out my own wings.
Life's a scary world getting scarier.
Love? That would make my life much merrier.

Today's Comics

It's kind of funny, boys "grow up" into men, but they are often still "thoughtless, worthless clods, insensitive and crude.  They're just like little children - annoying, loud and rude, with hearts as hard as concrete and brains as dense as lead."  Apparently, the whole "growing up" process doesn't affect them all that much . . .

That one is basically self-explanatory, and boy can I relate.  But if I hadn't ever gotten married, and if I hadn't stayed, I wouldn't have my wonderful children . . . and I wouldn't trade them for the world!