Personal Midnight


I must be special,

The kind of man I am.

The perfect woman loves me,

I still can't understand.


I must be special,

For the gifts I've received.

My love has been betrayed,

And still she believes.


I must be special,

For the gifts I've been bestowed.

Living in my handmade hell,

She still remains in tow.


I must be special,

To give it like I do.

And remarkably retain,

My lady's "I love you's"


Special I may be,

Though I know not why.

For my life I live,

Beside my lady I must die.


Mayhap it isn't me,

Truly special is she.

Her kind words are my life,

A beacon through my moonless night.


Along my lonely path,

I stumble through the dark

Though I scream,

None heed my plight.


I turn down my road,

For the final mile.

Twords the light run,

Just to see her smile.


Never again shall I wander,

For you'll be by my side.

A fortnight I must survive,

For your love, I'll abide.


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