Oil and Flour

Two worlds.Would to God that ICould straddle the fence.I wish that I could please you.But to do so,I would have to be The thing that you expectedAnd not the thing I am.And I am no more Than what youSee before you.And since I cannot please you,I am afraid That you will have toLove or hate meThere is no middle road.So here I am.Will you love me Will trust meWill you shareThe air you breathAnd your last oil and flourWith one who cannotServe your fanciesOr say the things You're longing for?If so,Then all my heart I give you,All the words You're longing for.I am yours And you are mine love,Nothing less ​And nothing more.