He Makes Me
I feel gentle cool breezes as butterflies flutter
Flowing smoothly made for each other Ebony angel with wisdom beyond his years
Listening with the heart and not only his ears
The strength in his hands reflect our accent kings
Mesmerized by the ghetto songs he sings
Chocolate dreams I have them Constantly
Leaving all in aw because of his honesty
A father before birth a nurturer at heart
For Love is just a word until you truly start
Your mind can’t comprehend what your heart can’t capture
Laughter, is music to the soul
Breathing life into a heart once dark as coal
Concurring all his enemies like the Greek
A living marvel down to the souls of his feet
Down to the beat of his walk
To the way he talks the smoothness of his skin
He is more than a lover he is my best friend
I feel cool breezes as butterflies flutter
As we walk hand and hand I know we were meant for each other

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I live to die and
Destance my self to Feel
My life is an oxymoran
Like a suicide Pill