My Love Is...
My Love is...
My Love Is…
My love is too rare and too pure…
To have it thrown in my face.
Disregarded, taken for granted.
Misused, overlooked, and underestimated.
So don’t even try to make me feel like I’m not worthy,
Like I’m not good enough, didn’t do enough,
Or said or did the wrong thing.
As if I don’t measure up.
There isn’t a damn thing wrong with me!
It’s YOUR loss,
Because you can’t see my worth and my beauty,
And the blessing that lies with my love.
So don’t waste my time.
Don’t humor me.
Keep your lies, excuses, and apologies.
Keep your drama too.
I don’t need it and don’t want it.
There is someone who will treasure my love.
My time is too valuable,
My love is too rare and too pure,
To be wasted on you.