For she will have a thing for hats
For she will have a hat for hot streets
For she will smile when I pinch it
For I look good in hats.

For she will have curly hair that bounces
For she will smile impromptu
For her smile will make Things ok
(For that is her secret power).

For her place will be tidy, while mine will not
For she will tolerate the washing-up left till tomorrow -
Till the day after, though, not
For she will want to share, so long as I grow tidy.

For she shall drink and I shall smoke
For we shall smoke and drink
For, having thought about it, neither of us wants to think soberly
For some time yet.

For she will not be thin
For she will not go on about 'getting into shape'
For she will not go on at me about getting into shape
For she has had enough of that herself.

For she will smile at my poetry
For she will smile at poetry
For she will smile through poetry, mine or not,
For her smiling - see above - makes Things ok.

For she will not like all my friends
For she will not be disturbingly abnormal like that
For she will not be well-liked by all my friends
For that too would be rather Fatal Attraction.

For she shall beat me at arm-wrestling with her right hand
For I shall beat her at arm-wrestling with my left hand
For she shall be good with her right hand.

 
For she will not wear pink
For if she does wear pink, I shall point out to her that pink is gay
For she will not mind my pointing this out, but shall wear it anyway
For she knows it will make me smile.