“She was cold and lonely” painting by Amanda Dalmas
It means nothing to me without your approval. (more of a rant than a poem)
All the fame in the world will not make me happy unless you are there to share it with me. All the glamor and gold are not shinny to me any more because you are not willing to share it with me. All I want is for you to acknowledge that I am worthy of your love. I worship you. No other compares to you.