I won’t chase love, I won’t demand,
It finds me whole, it takes my hand.
No games, no begs, no fleeting plan—
I’m seen, I’m chosen, as I am.

I won’t chase love, I know my place,
Adored without a frantic chase.
Devotion given, pure and great,
Being spoiled is my resting state.

I am the thought that holds his mind,
The rarest jewel he longs to find.
The woman he builds a world around,
Where endless love is safe and sound.