You hate that you love
And that you believe.
He’s no knight,
And has no shining armor
You know of the imperfections!
They are flaws
Not perfect imperfections.
You give, and you give
And you don’t receive
But you hope.
One day the goodness of your heart
The generosity of your soul
And the shine of your eyes,
Will pierce past the darkness
That is your flaws,
And his appreciation will find a home,
In you