My Busy and Love

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My love doesn’t know the word busy.
When I care, I carve out the time,
I rearrange my hours, my days, my life—
because love is my highest climb.

If I say I’m busy, it’s never with you,
it’s never an excuse to turn away.
When my heart is in it,
I’ll burn through midnight just to stay.

I’ve lived the lie of “too busy”before,
I’ve swallowed the hurt, the endless wait.
But now I see it for what it is—
not schedule, but choice,
not workload, but fate.

Because I am not a busy lover.
I am a present one, a calling one,
a showing-up-no-matter-what one.
My love keeps a place at the table,
no matter how full the room is.

So if someone says busy,
I hear the truth between the lines:
“I chose something else over you.”
And that’s my cue to choose me,
to love the way I deserve—
without busy,
only with fire.

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