Be true to love.
I'm your perfection in your flawed Diamond ring
Hope in this crystallized world is often a faceted labyrinth of kings.
One looks brutally handsome, pierced tongue rings, his love is his bling bling strings thereof.
Another his car, glove box decked in mauve, chrome and stereo, but it won't get him love.
Prayerful minds sometimes helps, but often your soul mate comes when your not looking behind.
Like a spring flower or thunderous rain undefined, he may come for you as a seed out of time.
Some guys smile oh so subtle, snakes in the grass, looking for that one special petal.
Don't surrender, don't you dare, this kinda guy, he just wants a medal.
Be true to yourself that’s the first lead, sip each moment of your great deed.
Nourish true love, let misery bleed out, for happiness will one day become your great creed.