Don't Confuse Love And Moey

Don't mistake the price tag for the heart's true beat, A love bought with gold, is a love that can't be complete. A woman's worth isn't measured by the wealth she holds, But by the love she gives, without expecting to be told. You confuse love with desperation's grasping hands, Mistaking care for control, and freedom's gentle strands. Unconditional love, pure and divine, can't be purchased or claimed, It's a gift of the soul, freely given, without shame. The one who loves you, loves your flaws and scars, Not your possessions, or the size of your car. Love isn't what you get, but what you give with an open heart, A sacrifice of self, a willingness to play a brand new part. Love is respect, a gentle touch, and a listening ear, Loyalty that's unwavering, even when the storms appear. It's kindness, care, and forgiveness, without expectation or pride, A bond that's strengthened by laughter, and tears that we've cried. Beauty may fade, but love's beauty remains, A flame that burns bright, through life's joys and pains. Don't take love for granted, or mistake it for a game, For love is the treasure, that brings true wealth and fame.