I'm secretly hoping she will stop me.

She won't of course.

There was a time when she broke the rules for me.
There was a time when I saw the tears in her eyes.
Those days are gone.

Power is the rock on which we break our ship.
At high tide, we sailed over the rock.
At other times we sailed around the rock.
But she is determined to face the rock square on.
And so we are wrecked.

Not very good poetry, but heartfelt!