Hard

It has been hard.
To love you like no other,
Like me, and not another.
Yes, it has been quite, quite hard.

Why should it be so hard?
I ask myself, on dark blue nights,
Lying silent, amidst flickering lights.
Why, oh why, should it be so hard?

So up the hill, for so long.
Just to make you open your heart,
To tell me, when I botch my part.
Upstream, up river, again.

So tiring, so nerve racking.
Even when it went wrong, it felt right,
Always worth a little more fight.
Certainly painful, ceremoniously sad.

But Precious, do you see?
You, I did not want to change
Never to become a lover strange.
Just the way you are, and that is hard.

The hardships will melt away.
Bruised hearts will mend,
Yet with madness waiting just around the bend,
I'll still love you the hard way.