Memoirs of a Streetwalker
Here we stand, Just him and I
No place to call our own
trying to make an honest living, out here all alone
We struggle day to day
without a man to guide our way
My mother told me to be strong
not EVERY man will do you wrong
I had it all, but was missing one thing
the man of my dreams and a diamond ring
While on the street, I met my love
who went by the name of Christopher Dove
I told him all about my story
but he cut me off and said “don’t worry”
It was true love at first sight
that went several months without a fight
I knew his love would put me to the ultimate test
with his enduring love, my soul would finally find rest
In his arms I knew there would never be another
because I finally found my spiritual lover
You probably know what happened next
He made me forget all about my ex
I was finally happy with nothing else to say
only because he came and wiped our tears away
With our love there is no future or no past
I just know that this love is going to last
Not only does he make love to my body
he makes love to my mind
because in his presence
I know things will be fine
My mother was right, all men are not the same
It just took me awhile to learn their elaborate game
As life went on, I learned to stop stressing
and just Thank my God for this wonderful blessing.here
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