EVEN THOUGH WE FIGHT A LOT, I LOVE YOU

                                                            Even though we fight a lot, I love you.

                                                           We fight, I think, because the stakes are high.

I sometimes get so mad I cannot stand you,

But underneath my anger I could cry.

                                                          I have an uncontrolled need to control you,

                                                        To be your only destiny and guide.

I know it isn’t fair to try to mold you,

But my poor love’s entangled in my pride.

                                                       Ah, love! Please love me even in my fury,

                                                      Which rises like a tide beneath the moon.

I plead before my only judge and jury:

I want to change, but know change won’t come soon.

                                                       Love finds it hard to let the loved one be

                                                      The person who is loved so passionately.