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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