At times, my impatience is hard to bare.
To you, it may seem that I do not care.
But this I tell you, that’s simply not true.
Frustration may fly from o’er here to there,
and the fault, more often than not, I share.
Despite what I do, I always love you.
There are days when I can just sit and stare
upon your countenance which is so fair.
For when I am blue, your smile pulls me through.
We truly are the world’s luckiest pair.
The subject of envy everywhere.
From Fate’s hand, I drew, a love found by few.
