Of all the beauty in the world
Nothing will ever match
Or even come close to compare
The glory of self reliance
Nothing she offered in love
Couldn't be had elsewhere
I could do for myself
Any act she proformed
I was always more concerned
I was always more passionate
and yet, I was Always wrong
Though she was never right
Enough!
And never again!
I shall NOT forget who I am
Nor how important I am
Nor howmuch I love me
It is not how much I can love
It will be what I will be given
I Will be acknowleged for what I am
I will not feel shame for pride |