Sometimes I’d be silent and I might bore you.
I may not laugh at your jokes and you may not understand the spell that’s enshrouding me.
Sometimes I’d get troubled and I’d fail to put into words what the hell it is that troubles me.
I wouldn’t be good company then, and I couldn’t make you smile.
Sometimes I’d get moody and I might not enjoy the things you’d like us to do together.
Sometimes I’d lose my temper and I’d no longer act like the fine person who stands before you today.
Sometimes I’d get jealous and I might say things I don’t really mean.
Sometimes I’d talk too much that I might drive you away.
Sometimes I’d get touchy and I’d get easily hurt.
And no matter how mature I try to be, at times I’d act in childish ways.
I’d demand things I shouldn’t, I’d say thing I shouldn’t say.
And no matter how much I desire to protect you and make you happy, sometimes I’d be the one who’d cause you the most pain.
Will you still love me even if I’m not perfect?
Will you still love me even if I’m not the kind of person you wished I were?
Will you still look into my eyes with warmth even if you saw my shadows?
Will you still hold my hand even if you knew there will be times I’d let you down?
