Oh Misery

Perhaps I was not meant for love?

Perhaps Misery is my love.

She is loyal and steadfast,

And there when no other is.

She is mild and soft,

And touches me gently.

I hold her and ache,

And she comforts me there,

And I think and feel pain,

Oh the sweet smell of her hair.

Oh Misery, oh Misery,

You'll always be kind.

Oh Misery, my Misery,

Oh sweet wife of mine.