Hard Love

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?

The End

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