I hate love songs

And I feel like a depressed

I don't like to look at people in love

Because I haven't felt that yet

Prehaps you can call it jealousy

Prehaps you can call it stupid

I'd say both are not far off

Quite essentially

I despise anything related to the word "cupid"

But I know theres one who hold my heartstrings

He's got them tied to His finger

And I'm happy to oblige to him

It just means I can't turn on the radio

To hear some sappy love song

When I've got no one to fill in the "you"

I don't even have an infatuation

It's turning me rather blue

No, what I've got is much truer

Its a beautiful gift on a cross

The true definition of beauty

And to have Him is no loss