An angel of truth and a dream of fiction, A woman is a bundle of contradiction, She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse, But will tackle a stranger alone in the house. Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose, She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose, She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk, She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk, At times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad, She'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.
I wish I knew I wish I could see If I mean to you What you mean to me My feelings I keep locked so deep inside In fear if I tell them you'll run far and hide I want to feel you and hold you so close To let you know it's you I need most I want to know how you feel And yet I can't see If I mean to you What you mean to me.
It's difficult enough to see within our own heart. How, then, can we hope to see within another's?
Together we were like Bonnie and Clyde, Willing to ride and die for each other. Nothing mattered when it came to us.
Together we were like Justin and Britney, A match made in heaven. Envied by many for the love that we felt for one another.
Together we were like Frodo and Sam, We never would have made it far without each other. Always looked out for one another, and never let anyone disrespect one of us.
Together we were like Siegfried and Roy, The magic we created would have never been possible if it hadn't been for each other.
Together we were perfect, I still believe, even though you lost sight. And for me to forget, would be like losing a fight.
Why do I smile at the sound of your voice? Why do I let you take over me as if I had no choice? Why do I let you touch me in places never touched? Why do I like to have you around so much?
Why do I melt at the tenderness of your kiss? Why do I feel like I could live forever like this? Why do I put my heart in your hands? Why do I answer to your every demand?
Why do I tell you leaving me is not your wrong? Why do I let you know with out you I'm not quite as strong? Why do I take you back even though I know it's not right? Why do I feel like I should please you by not putting up a fight?
Why do I care about you even though you hurt me? Why do I turn my head from what's plain reality? Why do I try to hide from what is true? Why do I still have these feelings for you?
Love is perhaps the only pain humans don't always try to avoid.