Not Money, it's the way you loved me!

Not money, the way you loved me,
fractured our relationship.
Every woman loves a diamond ring,
emerald, gold something. Many times,
I needed to be held, cared for, not things,
promises but your presence.
Tapestry of women you embraced
sent a clear message.
Your desire was for a woman,
not a special someone.
I needed to be number one,
the only one, not one of a dozen.

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