He’s an Asshole, but I Love Him.

He can hurt me fairly deep,

But he can comfort me just the same.

His gentleness can put me to sleep,

But his jealousy is hard to tame.

He is like a large, scary beast,

Frightening at first but then kind and adorable.

He looks at me like an enormous feast,

But all the while viewing me as lovable.

He can be furiously mean.

He can be splendidly nice.

There's more to him than what can be seen,

Not to mention easy on the eyes.

Sure he may be aggressive,

But to him, there is so much more.

Sure he may be a bit obsessive.

But only for me is he for.

Yes, he can be an asshole, I agree,

But he's my asshole, and that's all right with me.