I fell in love and the world to me sung;
Not once was I scared of getting hurt-
As it has yet to have happened and seemed rather far-fetched.
Then one day right out of the blue,
She left to go home, to never return.
Just like that, with no early symptoms-
She left and life seemed to shatter to pieces.
One whole year I spent collecting them back
And re-stitching up mine torn broken heart.
But now I’m with you- I’m finally content!
Oh, I’m just starting to see she left lasting impairment…
This constant fear of losing, hurting- of feeling;
An inability to love without steering.
And no reason to hide, there’s no shame in admitting-
The ego too took a bit of a beating.
Though worst of all is the new born cynic
(That one who thinks love may just be yet another Hollywood gimmick).
Senseless doubt in my mind took up root:
“If such love can vanish, child- trust nothing to stay put!”
So now every time you leave to go home,
Every slight change to your perfect, lovely tone
Makes me shiver and worry and cry and blabber
Convinced you’re done with me and found you another.
So if you ever read this, I beg of you please-
Consider it all before you laugh or tease,
Be straight with me (heh, only in one sense of the word…)
‘Til one day we find the cynic dealt with and dead.