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In Love with an Illusion


I think I fell in love with the illusion of you bein that perfect man, Fell in love with the feeling of bein whole again. I fell in love with the feeling I get when you hold me just right. Fell in love with the thought of bein your wife one night. I feel in love with your sweet… sweet…. illusion… See.. I’ve been told that love is one of the biggest Illusions in life that many people seem to fall for, Well hell…if being in love with him is an illusion then, I never wanna wake up to reality. I Wanna keep dreamin and believing that everything about him and I is just right Yes… Just Right! Cause boy I tell ya… This man got me head over hills and baby I ain’t talkin bout climbin no mountains He got my heart racin and my mind chasing after this so called illusion of love. I wanna be, Naw... I will be that girl that makes his world stop… But don’t get me wrong see.. I wanna be more than just the girl he can’t wait to live with I wanna be that WOMEN that he can’t seem to live without. See… It’s just something about him that got me finin for more… His looks His style His kiss His smile Girl hell... I don’t know what it is but… it really got me trippin. I’ve never felt this way about anybody I mean real T He got me feelin like a little girl again, Something as little as someone calling his name sends shivers down my spine and butterflies to the pit of my stomach. I don’t know what it is about him that has me so infatuated…and intoxicated with this illusion of love. Maybe it’s the way his eyes can speak a thousand words without him ever having to open his mouth, Maybe it’s the way he speaks from his heart and not his ranging hormones of his enter child. Or maybe it’s how he uses his brain to get further in life. Other then,tryin to use his brain to reach his short peak of satisfaction. But let me tell you a few things I do know… He got that leg popin, jaw droppin kinda swag That can’t stop, won’t stop shawty make ya bed rock kinda swag That gotta girl on cloud nine and I aint talkin bout blazzin knda swag. So let me ask you this now…. Could all this be true if it was an illusion or is it only an illusion to those who have never found that kinda love? Well hell illusion or not…I found what im lookin for and I must say I love every min of it. I fell in love with a damn good illusion I tell you that much MY MR. ILLUSION...IS JUST RIGHT..s go here)
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