Am I worth loving?
I'd like to think so
Yet the question that seems so simple for my heart to know
Is am I worth loving?
The question does ensue
And I can't help but wonder every time words come from you
But no answer comes from heaven or Earth
Not one constellation can say
Silence is not solace in my utter disarray
And yet I am here and waiting and you are simply there
And I know you are not one who takes joy in my despair
So tell me am I worth loving?
Every complication
Every clogged pore and stuttering word
Would it pass initiation?
For I am flawed beyond comprehension
Beyond you're imagination
And compared to your track record, I'm the lesser if God's creations
Realize this and tell me That I am worth your time
My romanticism and promise only lying in my rhymes
And the questions remained unanswered for a lover that's been left
And underlying's a heart that's dying and a mind which starts to regret
That I even asked the question of whether love can ever be mine
Because I'm the Hallmark writer who receives not one single valentine
And so I look to you and ask again and again
Is this poet worth loving or does love lie only in his end