I am true...

Here he is,
next to me...
holding me tight...
desperatly...

never leaving,
never again...
he'll be with me,
till our very end.

Cruel fights,
a sweet romance...
he is the one,
who gave me the chance...

The chance to fill,
his heart with gold,
whether or not I did, well...
thats still untold.

No matter the wrongs,
no matter how bad,
he is my sweetheart,
he is my man...

I pray at night,
and pray he won't leave...
But I just never noticed,
that he was wishing the very same thing.

He worry's that,
I'm sick of him,
he thinks I'll leave,
that he'll lose his love again.

Sure, he may have faults,
some are very bad.
but you see I am true to him,
Oh, so true I am...

I'll hold his hand,
and pluck even the most toughest thorn...
I guess I, am trying to say...is I love him dearly,
and true to him I shall forever stay...