You have found someone new
And I hope that she is
Good to you
That she understands
All the quirks
That linger 'neath your
Wicked smirks.
In turn I pray
You're good to her
That you won't yell, or scream
Or cuss or curse
Slam doors and tables in your rage
After all, the world may be a stage
But it's no place to air your
Dirty laundry.