The last thing I want to become,
What I've made my self out to be.

You mean more to me than that,
I should mean more to you

My hearts been battered and bruised
Worked up, turned out and used

Analyze, nag, doubt, blame
Emotions to balance needs vs shame

I build you up
To tear you down

I have to remember,
You're not who I thought or want  you to be,
You're who I've always known you to be.

The simple smile, warmth and unreserved candor

Are the things I love most that you bring out in me,

As I see those same things  reflected in you from the presence of me.