by Candice E. Yarbrough
Yet the man of my dreams.
He's the cause of my rapture,
Yet the cause of my screams.
He brings me much laughter,
Yet brings me such pain.
He takes away sunshine,
Yet he takes away rain.
He fills me with passion,
Yet fills me with rage.
He acts out of truthfulness,
Yet acts on a stage.
He promises me nothing,
Yet promises forever.
He loves me always,
Yet loved me never.