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I've been told you have a terrible temper

But I pray that isn't true.

Only the kindest and gentlest of words

Have I received from you.

I'm too old and set in my ways now,

To flex and bend with your mood.

I want us to be happy together,

I want our union to be good.

Why do people try to take apart

Each vestige of joy life may bring?

If I couldn't speak kindly about you,

Then I wouldn't say anything.

I must still be insecure, I guess,

Or this hint wouldn't bother me so.

But I'm SO tired of being alone,

I want this to work, you know?

I'm praying as I write this token

That God will ever take control.

I don't want WHAT I WANT,

When He knows my ultimate goal.

All I've ever asked for

Was a God-filled home and life,

A caring man to love me,

To be the cherished wife.

I'd rather live alone for good

Than to walk into a quarrel.

I'm praying yet that God will work,

This worry to unsnarl.