The Other Man
I look at her in wonder.
Does she see through my disguise?
Will she ever know the depth in me...
That I'm not like other guys.
That I'm not a dime a dozen.
I'm not Tom, Dick, or Harry.
I'm the man who never hurt you,
and yet their burdens, I have to carry.
Will she ever ascertain the truth?
Whilst enfolded on the floor.
Does she know this man is weeping,
behind the bedroom door.
I have to prove it all to her.
For her, I'll endure it till the end.
I will softly hold her heart in hand,
and gently, I shall mend.
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