I'm a living oxymoron
I brave the world but tremble
People will be loved often
Then hated just a little

You'll meet my patience today
Tomorrow you'll see my storm
Under the stars we lay
See me in a different form

I'm a careless woman
Then calculated when scared
You're sheepish because I'm sane
But sometimes sanity impaired

Drunken words become the equivalent
Of an intoxicated heart
Am I too passionate?

Yet your heart listens for me
In the absence of hesitation
You're still here, amazingly.