You love me hard, you love me right
You love me in spite
Of my acknowledgment of you
Your ways and tender rock hard manner
Thoughtful planner
Put my forgetful ways to shame
It's all too much for a man
Trying, if he can,
To love you as he should
Lord knows, mine 'll never measure up
To your output, but still, I hope,
The little gestures count
1 comment:
The rhythm seems to break down in the middle, but it's a first draft... right? lol.
I'm still trying to write more with rhyme, which still seems, to me, to be a bit forced. Oh well, practice is practice.
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