When I first
told you I loved you enough to wife you … you laughed at me and said “okay show
me … what happens to love over time, the reality of what I have felt and seen
is that love starts out cute like a baby
the honey moon but few reach the agely..but real love Cloud
walker is messy the older it get, I am to old give you my time and then regret…Real
love is messy business and hard work cloud it’s not Roses and candle lights
with our dinner nights, its hospital beds swale ankles and broken legs, taking care
when you’re sick and not leaving when don’t know and we are scared, its
repeating something to you that not true and you not get mad because friend got
inside my head”…
I
feel you Ma so far we done the hard
yards I can say I can still tell you I love you with my eyes and smile but with closed lips …
Over
the years the petals have being damaged and aged but a rose is still a rose and
you are the rose that I choose… look at that woman I still side drool a little
at extra jelly when you take off your clothes, we done come along way and
killed the hidden unseen foes, we got past all the maybes yes and no’s lord
knows you still make fun of my ears and well you know what I say about your
nose, I still wrap around you sometimes and make it hard to do them chores …if
the love doesn’t last then from day one it was always flawed that why I am giving my all…
Mr
Gods stay the fuel for the fire the bonds as us young puppies figure how love
goes, more xxx and less o’s, so thank you Ma you trust me to breed trust me to
lead you me to fight for “US” heart soul knuckle I might bleed… your trust and
affection I am always need I pray never regret the day I got down with that
stone on one knee
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