That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet....

[karebear1]

(Gimme a break- I write for the newspaper- I don't do poetry, but it cant hurt to try)

Do you love me for who I am, or who I used to be?
If I treated you the way I do, will you still come back to me?
I guess it was better to have loved and lost, than to always have been run free...
But why is it that I leave my door open, so noone needs a key?
I push you away, you come right back- it guess you never quit.
But when I have treated you so terribly wrong, did you see it as legit?
All you did was open my eyes, and I threw an ignorant fit.
And then you apologized and contoured to my design, and I claimed it all was shit.
I used to be so young and carefree, I never used to cry.
And if I did, you were there- to help me by and by.
But know I've distorted to an ugly mold, without the will to try.
And you are still standing here, and I still wonder why.
I owe you my greatest debt, the one at life's expense.
My controlling mind is out of my control- it never makes any sense.
You may have cared for me all along, but I was just too dense-
to realize that I loved you then, and I've loved you ever since.