Valentine is over but what I feel is as strong as ever
The jokers and players have had their fleeting day of fame and now they fade because they never knew what it was in the first place; a facade
The aftertaste? Sour and a regret to those who fell at their feet.
The real stars know that it is beyond a day; a night, an event, or even a period of time. They know it’s an unending series of arduous task that comes across as punishment to those who don’t understand it.
That day was just their attempt to show you how I feel for you each and everyday. Alas they failed because they do not know the length, height or depth of it. They think it’s all red roses and diamonds, soft blues and star littered skies. They do not know the tears and pain. They do not know the endless streams of sacrifice. They do not know the heartache. They have no clue. In today, out tomorrow.
Not me. I know the sacrifices I’ve made and will make for you is as sweet as the honeycomb. As brave as a lion and yet soft as a lamb
And so I would continue on this path; the path that most don’t understand even though the most noble
Let me stand at your door and wait for you for as long as it takes.