I used to hold your head against my chest
I used to hold you in the highest regard
The pinnacle of creation: the woman
But now I find nothing special about you
My heart may stutter for a moment,
But I'm only being fooled by who I imagine you are
I can never know what goes on in you
I can only guess
Who falls in love with a guess?
I guess wrong
My theories about your mystery
Fall flat on their face,
Crushed by the weight of your actions