i do despise the shrill tones
the harsh words
the glares i get from you

i do cherish the soft skin
the loving words
the kisses i've gotten from you

i do wonder about the love you gave
the heart you made
fall in love with you...

how did it come to be
that you loved me
so desperately...

and yet you came to believe
that we weren't meant to be
so you left me...

to wonder, torn asunder
why we started this game of hearts
for lovers only