Love
Have you ever had a love so deep that it touched your soul
It’s like the meeting of two personalities is a contact to two chemical substances:
When the reaction reaches you, both souls shall be transformed.
To have that somebody that will never treat you as if you are ordinary
because “baby” he tells you, "everything about you is extraordinary”.
The type of love where your brain tells you one thing, and your heart tells you another
Because your brain has no heart, your heart has no brain, then sometimes when you speak it sounds heartless
Although when you do what’s in your heart you may seem thoughtless
But your not.
You’re just in love.
You dream about all the things you’ve told your self you can live without
And you smile to yourself knowing that it’s because of him that you hold out
Wanting to be not only in his presence, but in his future
Because you can’t see a world where he’s not the one trying to be your suture.
You have the type of love where you know you were made from the rib of a man
Not sculpted from the head to top a man
Nor from his foot, to be stepped on by a man
But shaped from his side to be equal to your man
Under his arm to be protected by your man
and molded near the heart to be loved by your man.
He is a blessing
The type of man that makes you see the world through a new set of eyes
the same way a new born child is seen by its’ mother as the ultimate prize.
You’re addicted
It’s a love that keeps you conflicted
Can’t let it go because without it everything about you seems restricted.
And every relationship goes through trials and tribulations
disagreements that turn to arguments
while ones left wondering if they should leave everything up to chance.
Leaving misunderstanding at just that
going to sleep so far beyond angry that you don’t even text back.
Alone
Sometimes you sit and you think “is this what its’ supposed to be”
but what you fail to realize is nothing ever lasts for an eternity
Time heals all wounds, and with communication it goes smoother
You’re open with one an other so because of that you never have to wonder
if it’s acceptable to be yourself because baby girl you’re still loved by him even when you’re acting a mess.
With him by your side nothing needs to be left to chance
because he knew, from the moment he saw you, he’d make damn sure no one else ever stood a chance.
You have a love so pure its’ blinding
never been perfect but always been protected
This type of love is a special kind of love
the type of love that you dream about
but are afraid to speak out loud
Your quiet
Not because you’re ashamed at all
but more-so because you want to protect it, all.
Keep it close to you so that no one can steal it
Every bit of it so unconditional you can hardly believe it,
but you do
Who wouldn’t?
To have a man so beautiful inside and out
that you can’t wait for the day when the two of you share a house.
Together as one, maybe on day as man and wife, what you wouldn’t give to share his last name.
For you it isn’t about any bit of money, publicity, or fame
Because to be perfectly honest Just the simple fact of being with him is good all the same.
You’re happy.
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