Judged By My Illness, Not My Heart

But love can be cruel. Fear speaks loud. My illness judged before my heart

was found. They saw my diabetes, not the strength in my eyes. Not the fighter,

not the light, just their lies. So we let go with broken hands, thinking love would

understand. But some loves don't know how to end. They just wait, and then return.

Months went on, you felt like years. Every silence full of tears. We tried to walk

our separate ways. But love survived the darkest days. So we came back, hearts still true.

Because no one ever loved me like you.