He says that he loves me,
And he really does care,
But the image he sees,
Is one that leaves him in despair.
I am too much like a child,
Stupid about the ways of life
He says I am far too wild,
Yet he asks me to be his wife.
I never know what is his desire,
Is it for me to be an obedient slave?
Is it to have me dragged through the fire?
But anything he did, I forgave
I cannot fit the picture of the perfect wife,
I love him too much to leave.
This is soon to be my life,
And for this reason I grieve.
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