She gives me time to do the things
I feel I need to do.
So patiently she waits for me
Until I say I’m through.
She’s always thinking first of me,
Her love is mine to take.
She makes it easy to forget
Her heart is mine to break.
I never mean to do her wrong,
But sometimes when she’s left alone
She thinks about another time
We used to share, but now it’s gone,
And every now and then I see
In her a longing to be free.
She never tried to make me change
Although at times I’m sure
She’s thought of leaving me behind
And walking out the door.
She always shows the love she feels,
But I can’t do the same,
And even so, she stays with me.
At times I feel my shame.
Oct. 5, 1993
© 2013, Steven R. Drennon. All rights reserved.