I was the one you always dreamed of,
You were the one I tried to draw.
How dare you say it’s nothing to me?
Baby, you’re the only light I ever saw.
To be dedicated to another is more than love
In its purest form it is understanding
Boundless lifetimes of listening
The will to listen, the courage to understand
And allow your soul to shed humility.
For after earth-shattering depravity
Arises triumph of one’s inner-spirit
And to give with no expectation
Of receiving or breathing
Comes a most pleasurable reward
Not one of tremendous proportions
Nor riches, currency, and credit
Rather, an unidentifiable satisfaction
That cannot wave its flag high
As it is beyond the reaches of our atmosphere
For what is true love but self-love?
The love of acceptance of one's honesty
In order to listen and understand to one's calling
No, it is not egotistical to love you,
But with vulnerability, there will be no need to run away.