love the way i see it

Been told i love you too many times to believe it

Been loved too many times to not know what it is

Love myself enough to know when it’s unreal.

Love, what is love? How hard to describe

How beautiful when we truly find it

That is why,

why

I would rather wait a lifetime

Than be loved falsely by all the men in the world

I would like to be loved by one man

In that way

Loved honestly

Knowing what love is

Loving me and not some fantasy

Loving me and not some dream

Loving me and not my face

Loving me as a whole.