Love Wrong

I can’t love you wrong if you don’t let me.

Correct me if I’m wrong but Rome wasn’t built in a day.

So like Rome, to stand strong we may fall.

We may stumble, the skies may rumble

But humble love never waivers, it’s favored.

 

I know I can love you right, but not without a fight,

An understanding that my love is difficult, rare and demanding, but all-in-all, it’s withstanding.

I am not perfect. Actually, I am broken by my past

But I am worth it. I come with attitude, sass and a little bit of ass.

But my loyalty to you will never waiver; you’re favored.