Sometimes I miss him
More than I can stand
Sometimes the only thing I want
Is just to hold his hand

Sometimes I'm so angry at him
That I just want to yell
Sometimes I'm so upset I find
He's the only one to tell

I can want to scream and shout
Call him a name or two
All while wanting to be held
A paradox, it's true

How can such polar emotions
Inhabitate one small space
How can my heart start racing off
With a single glance of his face

It doesn't make sense at all
That he can make me laugh and cry
Or that someone apart from me
Can make me audibly sigh

He's not perfect, far from it in fact
He's got a temper that flares
But when I look at the other women around
I'm glad he is mine and not their's

He's stuck around through the thick and the thin
which sound cliche, I know
But those no one around I'd rather than him
To be with me wherever I go

It may sound cookie-cutter and dumb
But today, in my heart, I can say that he is the one.