Whatever it Takes

Deception, confusion, a lasting contusion
Not to mention the abraded heart.
No, it's not shattered, just completely battered
Like some heinous work of art
The pain's not abating, I've no choice but waiting
For the relief only she can provide
But, there's no point in trying, she'd only be lying
If she said she would be my bride.
Yet for some reason, I put up with her treason
I pray she will someday see
That their attention isn't based on affection
I hope maybe then she'll agree
To offer her hand and let me be her man
Let me show her a life that's Divine
That the emotion thereof, is none other than love
And she'll find none stronger than mine.