To Love is a privilege.

I love, I care .

I desire , I burn with fire.

I imagine, I believe,

to love is a privilege.

I learn, I grow,

I look back, I change.

I think , I show.

To love is a privilege.

I've seen, I've heard.

I've acknowledge, I've been absurd.

I've listened, I've ignored ,

But now I truly know ...

to love is a privilege.

Or do I ?

It is, and I will learn to appreciate it,

than to run from it.

Thank you.

God, and you.

Valiante.