My soul sista,
I oh so wanna grow old wit cha,
Can a man that recognizes your worth please roll wit cha??
I'll initiate today to finger paint a 100 years old picture of you, me and our ancestors
You're the genuine splendor gender
Emotional strength joy and pain blender,
The center of most universes, you use divergence for septic reemergence
from having to deal with the gutter attitudes
From self destructing brothas cruising on low altitudes,
Stuck and infused to be remained less-clued
On how valuable and precious that is of your hue
That color of your history can be seen thru the iris at any view.
I'll navigate across your uncharted sequoia,
Gravitate in love towards your deep emerald forests,
Be unconditionally supportive,
Not thru material treasures of royalty
But displaying traits and trends of MEN once traveled before us,
That, will provide sufficiently for our loyalty
Giving you the energy of the Sun is how we should spoil you.
I will no longer watch at half mass, at a half pass 12
2 be 3 minutes late, 4 you to feel anything less than great,
Unless it's 8 lives that I have to give,
And I'd still feel more than appreciative to have you love me just 1nce.
So, my soul sista,
I oh so wanna grown old wit cha,
Can a man that finally recognizes your worth, please roll wit cha??
© 2006
Jay Alexander for Fountain Head Publishing

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