Why put her on a pedestal, they say
She doesn’t love you as you do, they say
Perhaps, she doesn’t even spare a thought for you.
What do I care, I say
Love doesn’t know give and take
Who am I to judge her love
She knows what she feels
I just tell stories of my heart
I put her up on a pedestal
Coz she is why I live
She may not be perfect
But she has my heart
She has my heart – my imperfect God.