You exhale your favorite line
full of pretentious confidence
"You are
all
wrong
...
ALL
WRONG!"
Insecurely, you point your finger
(the beautiful finger I love)
then burst in your nervous laughter
(the trembling voice that shatters my nerve)
"I can't be wrong...
I can't, I just can't"
And I smile.
brush things aside
"I guess, you are right, I may be wrong
maybe
I am all wrong"
loving you I notice not,
left or right - I care for only your way
night or day - as long as, by my side, you stay.
But one thing I know for sure
I am only all wrong
for loving you this much
***
I don't mind being all wrong
so that you can be all right.
so that you can be alright.
as long as you are
alright
