For You

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

If you were sick and miserable I would stay up and wait on you all night Even though I had to be up for work at 5:30am. For you. I would turn off a really good made-for-tv movie That I had been waiting weeks to see That I knew wouldn't be on again for a long time For you. I would let you eat most of my favorite food That I had bought from an expensive deli across town Even though you had already eaten And you didn't really find my dish all that interesting. But you still wanted to eat it Only for you. I would put off anyone Cancel anything Short of a date with Jesus For you If you were a horrible, rude tyrant And nobody liked you because of it. If you became a thief, a drug addict A murderer Still I would have mad, loyal, crazy deep love For you If you were morbidly obese Severely retarded Or terribly disfigured And everyone thought you were disgusting I would think you were beautiful And I would thoroughly cuss out Anyone who tried to argue with me For you. I would give my life for you In a heart beat. Move to another country If it meant you would be much safer Or have far greater opportunities. I would accept ridicule Work two jobs. Go without love Or sleep Or luxuries like a decent stereo A new car Or the latest fashionable clothing. All for you. Why? Because you're worth it