as i sit here, trying to compose
a letter to you written in prose
i wonder if you will understand
that i wanted you to be my man

i wanted you to hold me tight
when demon's haunted thru the night
i wanted you to kiss me there
the place no other man would dare

i wanted you to love me true
like no one else but you could do
i wanted you, and you alone
you see, you were the perfect "home"

i would lie in your arms for hours and hours
we'd talk about everything within our powers
we'd make love all day and all thru the night
we never did notice when it became light

we would drive around town in a beat up old truck
and i'd tell you, "c'mon babe...it's time to go ****"
you'd laugh at my wantonness, silly old girl
could i help it if i wanted to give you a whirl?

i've always been like this, lustful it seems
but you know that my love was the stuff of dreams
no one could love you as much as i could
no one else will love you as much as they should

i never cared for money or material things
i've seen all the heartache too much work can bring
i wanted us to last forever and a day
but you decided you wanted to throw it all away

so, i sit here and wonder, looking down at a page
that is empty and yet so full of love, hurt & rage
why did you throw "us" away? that i will never know,
but, i will love you forever, though it hurts me so