I told her

            It’s impossible to 

            Misinterpret me

            She won’t believe

            ‘What if,’ says she, ‘I think the opposite?’

            ‘How can you not?’ say I

            ‘But that’s not what you want me to conclude!’

            ‘I don’t’

            ‘You see!’

            ‘I mean,’ I countered, ‘you’ve a right to dream your dreams,

            whatever they may be’

            ‘So what’s the point if I can have my take 

             no matter what you write and can’t be wrong?’

            I paused a moment to reflect

            ‘I guess that neither you nor I are capable of a mistake,’

            Then added, ‘lest it be neglect’