She tells me to have patience, but she’s not patient with me.
She talks before she thinks, and she jumps before she sees.
My intention’s not to change her, rather make her realize,
that if man do shed tears, then my eyes may start to cry.
But I love her truly, deeply, regardless of these things,
‘cause every day I wake up next to her, my soul starts to sing,
and my heart starts to dance, and my mind starts to paint,
and all regardless of her sins, she still remains a saint.
Her behavior is feline, her sass and wit are strong,
but I’m the wolf that sleeps next to her, even when nights are long.
I loved her yesterday, will tomorrow, but most right now,
and we’ll be together one, as long as we both allow.