When I wake up in the morning I want to see a face smiling.
Happy to see and be with me.
Is she there in my arms,
Will she be with me forever,
Into eternity?
Can I be put up with that long?
Some say I am neurotic,
That I am unbalanced.
And then there is the bent up rage,
That inhabits my soul,
The rage of dissapointment,
A selfish and controlling rage,
Because everything does not go according my plan.
Can she deal with my rage?
Now do not mistake this rage for anger,
It is totally different.
For I would never let myself harm her,
For if I did I would never feel justification,
There is no way fit enough to punish me.
But how does she do it?
How does she stick to me,
And say, "I love you."
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