My friends tell me that I should play the game,

Withhold my love

Til you call out my name,

(Or don’t know yours.)

But that is not the nature of my heart.

I’m not on stop and start mode,

And I’m not a fake.

I’m not here for what I can take,

But only what I might give to you.

It’s all I know.

It’s not a show.

It’s not a game.

Blame my roots,

Or blame me, if you will,

But I’m still here,

And I am playing,

Always playing, having fun,

Just at a different sort of game.

Mine is not,

“Catch me if you can,”

But, rather called,

“I love you all the time.”

So, now what?

-jenn