He always opens doors for me, and waits by until I sit,
He seldom ever notices me, for all he cares, I could wilt;
His day starts with my smile, his nights end in my embrace,
He ignores me for weeks at a time, at that he is an ace.
What does it say about me then, what does it mean, I wonder,
That despite having the most wonderful man, I silently crave for the blunder;
I wait and wait, and then wait some more, for my callous love to beckon,
Even though my perfect man is in my arms, I'm crazy, don't you reckon?