You are odd and I still stand by you,
Unromantic that you are, you don’t sympathise
No pity case for me, no caring sharing words-
I hit my head and you turn it to humor,
You don’t let me cry though, not offering shoulders-
When I feel you don’t love, it’s then I realise.
Being challenged is what I love, not being pitied
Tantrums are not my style, it is you who can,
You love me the best you can, that’s what I accept .