Days get short and tears are many,
I try to make you understand.
Your actions and words cut like a knife.
Can't you see how you affect me?
How my feelings seem to be kicked or shoved?
So I write to you, for a response? Not any.
Not a hug, kiss or touch of my hand.
Aren't you happy that I'm your wife?
What must be done to make you see?
You're my one, you're my love.
