I am but a simple man
In love with a complicated woman
I love her for who she is
She loves me for what I can do for her
My love is unconditional
Her love has nothing but conditions
I think of her when I am writing, reading, working or just resting
She thinks of me only when she realizes no one else will help her
A waste? Probably
Sad? Most definitely
Easy to walk away from? I wish!
