To be loved is golden.

To be adored, to be chosen.

My windows are closed.

But, I left a door open.

I love love.

It keeps me going.

Yet, some days I feel like my door is closing.

I catch myself wondering if I should keep hoping.

I refuse to give up on love.

That means I’d give up on me.

I know that patience is a virtue,

I know that patience is key.

Yeah I get bitter, amongst the angst within me.

Yeah I grow angry, the more I crave intimacy.

But, then I remember that love is what I embody.

Love thrives inside of my entire body.