True to myself

Let me be true to myself and not bend,
To the whims of fancy and a liars words.
Although I am imperfect, love is in my heart.
Sure, I have turned the other cheek and I go alone in life every day.
But my true love has been framed for eternity.
Like the willow bends to the winds breath,
I too bent against the maelstrom of calamities.
Path altered, direction of my art and heart shall be redirected too.
Sure, I made mistakes and errored, but I did so with the best of intentions.
I certainly took nothing except love and true understanding.