A/N: Whee more poems. Remember, if it sounds repetitive, it's supposed to. Read the first poem then the 3rd, then the 2nd and then this . . . Yeah it will make sense.

He doesn't really make me angry

I mean, sure, of course he does

When he's being that way

But deep down inside

I care for him

As I know he must care for me

And I want to be there for him

In the worst of times

And comfort him

Be with him

To the end of all time

When the final day will come

We will be ready