Loving, I am at my most happy, Just loving. Though at times, I am treated like a fool, Love is my eye and my wisdom. Sometimes, crooked ways are deviced, To break my loving heart. But its already a broken heart. I don't blame, I don't curse, Though, labelled the loser, I am at my most happy In my brokenness. Loving doesn't mean I'm weak, It Doesn't mean I'm vulnerable. It is just a heavy crown, Gold, that makes me, ME! Loving is the reason why I am happy!