And Love

I guess I'm afraid
afraid of love
afraid someone will see of what I'm made
and they will seek someone above

I fear giving my heart away
even if they mean the world
because no one has ever stayed
and with despair my heart has always swirled

So many have left, rejected and have not loved
how am I now expected to not fear
not to cower when an opportunity has appeared
and how am I supposed to expect to be loved?

I have been told I am not worthy of such a gift
and I'm supposed to expect my spirits it will lift
no, I am not ready, and when and if I will is a mystery
that only in time I will be able to see