They say you are much more than that,
my darling, my love--where are you?
Today, someone else said the worse
and I can't believe--but I believe.
A vicious term that goes against
everything I had known of you.
You, oh you--my long ago--
my once upon a very long time.
Though I admit, it's not blind trust.
Indeed, you gave me first-hand proof.
Twice, I saw this. Once, involved.
Tell me, how do you keep it up?
How do you get by with a wandering eye?
You do it so cleverly.