Better Late Than Never

I hated my heart because love was always hard to find. It spelled out fear in which it hided behind. It hurted to be alone. That's Why it's crazy how I found passion. He was different, sorta old fashion. His vibe portrayed he had a beautiful soul. It was clear that his half made my whole. With you, I felt so alive. And with your hand in mine, I knew our love would survive. You were my protection. So I no longer cared for rejection. I no longer looked for affection. I even stayed up at night , thinking of all the reasons Why this was right. And then it crossed my mind. Would you believe me if I said I loved you? Would you believe me if I said I cared? It was obvious with all we've been through and shared. I was grateful and you were faithful. I began thanking the last guy Who gave me up to you, because you filled the job he couldn't do.. I'd felt like a fool, but in the end I was cool. God had blessed me for the wait... I'd found love before it was to late.