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.