There is a stranger living in our house now,

someone that I have never met in my life.

I have asked him many times to kindly leave,

but as to date he has refused to leave yet.

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He even sleeps in my spacious double bed,

snuggles down under our warm comforter.

Makes a mess of my freshly washed sheets,

but not once does he try to make love to me.

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He even cooks in my custom made kitchen,

rattling my many pans to cook our dinners.

Even volunteers to do the dishes on occasion,

been know to mope the floors when needed.

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Walks our dogs and takes them to their vet,

mows our spacious yard with perfect precision.

I don’t have to lift  a garbage can or a hammer,

he is very efficient at doing those things for me.

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But out of all the things that he does for me,

what he doesn’t do is what matters the most.

He doesn’t tell me that he loves me anymore,

wake me up with a hot passionate kiss at all.

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Make love to me until the coming sunrise,

fulfilling any of my hidden fantasies very well.

Hold me tightly in a ferocious thunderstorm,

reassuring me that he will be protecting me.

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Tell me that I am still his most treasured item,

that I would be the one thing he would keep.

He is forgetting to keep me in his heart lately,

I wonder who now has stolen him from me.

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So though I know full well who you are baby,

you are acting more like a stranger these days.

There are three of us living in the house lately,

pick which one of us needs to leave and soon.

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But to me its the stranger that has to vacate,

giving me and you the chance to repair things.

But if you don’t feel that you can do that now,

the stranger and my husband has to leave today.