What if you made it to the end of your life having loved only those who loved you back?
When first we met, My sight was set: I knew where I was bound. You said your aim Was quite the same, And pretty soon I found...
"And yet not cloy thy lips with loath’s saciety, But rather famish them amid their plenty, Making them red, and pale, with fresh variety—
Dear God, I have never thanked You for my thorns. I’ve thanked You a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorns.
Enticed I followed eagerly Flattered that he took notice Beguiled by empty promises
I used to feel alone in this, but now I know other women feel the same way. I used to be discouraged, but now I know an inner peace that gives me an identity independent of the opinions of others.