MY MISTAKE

My mistake was not in loving you
For loving you came irrevocably upon me
My mistake was not in being who I was
For who else could I possibly be?
It wasn't in cashing all my insurance policies
Nor giving all the money that I had to you.
It wasn't following you to England
For that brought me, eventually, a daughter
Who now brightens my thoughts, my life.
It wasn't any of these seeming errors
I carelessly made along the way
For all of those were necessary
To bring me to the person
That I am today.
No, my mistake was not
In loving you.
My mistake was that I thought
You'd love me too.