Some Nights

Some nights
I feel like crying.
And others,
Dying.
But one thing's for sure:
No matter the issue,
My love for you is pure.

Some nights
I want to run away.
Some nights
I think you're gonna stray.
Some nights
I wish you wouldn't fight
But I yearn to hear your voice
Every single night.

Through thick and thin
I manage to somehow grin,
As you recount the ways
You love me so.

Some nights
I question your love,
Sometimes doubting
If you were sent from up above.
For better or worse,
Despite the depressing downs
And short-lived ups,
You're the one I desire
At the end of every night.

Millie J. Skosher