I adore you
I respect you with tender loving care
this is how you repay me?
how could you?
I'm still trying to figure you out
I'm not perfect
what I consider TLC is a little rough
Perhaps you don't appreciate being scrubbed raw
I always thought you could handle all this
being the object of my affection isn't always a picnic
I don't mean to be too controlling
where would you be without me?
you need me
I complete you
things with you eventually get ugly
i rub off your outer skin, and you bleed
i slice into you
you find a way to leave your mark
I scrub, scrub, scrub
I wish I knew how to quit you
The real story? An article where the writer professes his love for a beet. Did you guess that?