So this is how it is,
How you cut the pie,
How you eat the cake,
How you play the game.
You refuse to be satisfied.
You don’t accept crumbs,
Second best, plan B, option two.
You are in it to be number one.
Adored, cherished, respected,
The reason he gets up every morning,
The last thought he has every night.
If not, it’s good-bye. As simple as that.
Never, ever be satisfied with less,
Nor accept a thoughtless caress,
A frosty kiss, a sharp word,
A mindless farewell. Never,
Ever accept a stony look, an
Accidental push, an acidic comment
About your waist. If you are not
His goddess, find another temple
In which to shine, even if the only
One who lights candles is yourself.
For a goddess is never satisfied with
Less than complete adoration, where
All that she is it’s behold in
the perfection bestowed
By the eyes of love.