If beggars can’t be choosers
Can Winners really be losers?
What does it take to define success?
When your life is one giant fucked up mess.
The smile of the girl that I truly love?
The stroke of her gentle loving touch?
The words from deep that resound as true?
The simplest of gestures like “I love you”?
I’m no beggar, but I certainly choose.
To love my beauty and win, to never lose.
To hear all she says and believe in our path.
To love her as she loves me, to forever and passed.