Disappointment Over and Over Again

Once upon a time, I used to fear you were too good to be true.
I fear the price I have to pay for a bliss I feel so eerily undisturbed.
But slowly I learned to ease my guard, threw all caution and suspicion to the wind.

Now, just when I'm accepting this happiness without a doubt,
you turn me around and push me back to exactly where I was.
Back to suspicion and doubt, my awry bawdy melancholy friends.