Precious Poem by Precious Queen

I' ve mistaken sex for love from a man who didnt even know my middle name, Precious. Precious to those who know how to value a good thing. Things aren' t always what they seem. Seemingly I was deceived to believe love came from man. Man fell short of love and only the Living God really knows how. How to love a broken soul back together. Together Him and I could mend what once was old. Old only to be renewed by his Precious love.