How Many Ways
Were I as witty as Wilde
No doubt a better poet
Would I be and these words
I write would wind their way
Better around your heart:
Some men can be happy
With any woman as long
As they do not love them.
With you I found it easy
To love you and by happy.
How many ways
Can it be said
Still missin' you
Some men think women were made
To be loved and not understood.
Learnin' to understand you
Was the best part of lovin' you
How many ways
Can it be said
Still needin' you.
Some say we ought to misbehave
Or rather look like we might.
Misbehavin' or pretendin'
Was never more fun than with you
How many ways
Can it be said
Still wantin' you.
Some think when it comes to lovin',
Three is company and two none.
When you and I were together
You were all I ever needed
How many ways
Can it be said
Still lovin' you.
Some say and it has been written
One should always be in love
How many ways can it be said
Would it were that I still was
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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