Hell was here on earth,
Almost every day,
As we bickered about nonsense,
And the romance went away…

 
Why must your frustrations,
Be always taken out on me?
Why must you think you’re always right,
How can that possibly be?
 
 

No matter how much we bicker,
My love will never fade away,
It will be like the day we married,
But it seems your love has gone astray…

 
Bobemakk@optonline.net ©2006