i know that what i do isn't
nearly as important
as all the things you've worked for
but you amaze me with all you've done
and honestly
it makes me feel
pretty stupid, when i think about it
i was smart before i met you
and now
now sometimes i could almost hate you out of jealousy
if i didn't love you so much i might
i think what i'm trying to say is
don't come telling me how hard it is
to be so painfully intelligent and yet to not know one answer
because for every answer you don't know
there are twenty i don't
and i just feel
small
and sometimes it makes me afraid
but i love you
and that's all that counts
i guess.