Who took you from me?
Not of your own accord would you slip away and leave this fragile and wounded man unattended. I love you deeply, but, I admit, erratically. My flaws are manifold. Aren't your friends and family -- God Himself -- aware of my urgent, pressing needs? Have they insinuated themselves into your psyche and persuaded you that your once unbridled affection for me is unhealthy?
Have you tired of loving him whose devotion to you is complete?
You are my reason for living. Why, then, am I not yours?