I was fine being miserable and
Not wanting anything to do with love.
I was fine as the unhappy and scorned
Bitch that wallowed in my self-misery.
I was good having no one holding my hand
Walking in the rain falling from above.
My fictitious smile hid the fact I mourned
The loss of love and built walls of myst'ry.
Then you showed up, the gentle, smiling brand
Of guy that was sent from Heaven above.
You broke my walls, and instead, did adorn
It with hope and faith that had been reborn.
I hate you for interrupting my life,
But I love you more for this love so rife.