Of you to take me and compare.
Am I not enough as me
Being exactly what I truly be.
Do you not think it fair
For me to ask your flattery spare.
You reveal a side ugly,
Which shows your nature to be less lovely.
Love, and to be loved is hard to bear.
Living as two, becoming we.
Or living alone, with surroundings bare.
From emotions I flee.
I am looking for a love most rare,
One of which that liar’s can’t share.