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YOU ARE ON MY MIND.. ALL THE DAMN TIME.. ALL DAY.. TOUCHING MY MENTAL IN EVERY WAY.. YOUR FRAGRANCE LINGER IN MY MIND.. AS IT DOES IN MY SCARF.. YOUR VOICE LINGER IN MY HEAD.. AS IT DOES IN MY HEART. I FEEL LIKE IM 20 ....AGAIN.... AND I KNOW THIS FEELING WONT END..SO I PRETEND.... THAT I DONT LIKE YOU.. WONT LOVE YOU.. IN FACT.... FROM THE MOMENT OUR EYES MET.. MY SOUL WEPT.... TEARS OF HOPE.. MY MIND RACED FOR YEARS.. WONDERING HOW TO MAKE YOU NOTICE ME.. I SEARCHED AND ASKED THE HEAVENS.. ONLY TO LOOK INTO MY OWN EYES.. AND REALIZE... I AM A POET.. SO I WROTE IT.. I WROTE FOR YOU.. POETRY.. NOW DO YOU NOTICE ME? MY OWN RENDITION OF LOVING YOU.. WITHOUT.. HAVING .....LOVED YOU! A SENTIMENTAL RELATIONSHIP OF.... ROLLERCOASTER RIDING EMOTIONS. A LOVE AFFAIR OF.... HOT AND HEAVY, NONTOUCHING LOVE MAKING NOTIONS. I STILL HAD TO LET YOU KNOW THAT IN YOUR EYES I SAW THE POSSIBILITY OF... POSSIBLY TAKING THIS SOMEWHERE.... WE BOTH WANT TO GO...IM SORRY IF I EMBARRAS YOU. I JUST HAVE TO LET YOU KNOW. THEN REALITY STOMPS ON MY INNERMOST THOUGHTS ...OF YOU! WHAT IS A BUTTERFLY WITH A HEART TO DO? INHALING THE TASTE OF AIR WITH YOU LIVING LIFE WITHOUT A CARE...WITH YOU LETTING ME FLIRT.. WITH YOU WANTING TO ..... LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE ...AND HURT... WITH YOU.. IM FEELING EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.. BECAUSE OF YOU.. I KNOW HOW DEEP THIS THING CALLED LOVE CAN BE INSPIRING.. THIS THING CALLED... POETRY. WHERE TO NOW? I DON'T KNOW.. I KNOW.. IM FOLLOWING MY HEART TO WHERE IT WANTS TO GO.... NOW IT LEADS ME TO CREATE ART.. INSTEAD OF CREATING A PATH FOR US TO PART.. TAKING A RIGHT AT MY BROKEN HEART.

MY WORTH IS UNMENTIONABLE, U CANT PUT A PRICE ON ME. STRONG BLACK SISTA, WITH GODS LUV TO PROCLAIM. THICK COACOA SISTA WITH BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYES; FOR WE COME IN DIFFERENT TONES, SHAPES AND SIZE. PROUD BLACK WOMAN, A TRUE ARTIFACT OF CLASS A DIME PIECE?! PLEASE, I'D SURELY PASS. I LUV AND FEAR GOD, THERES NO SHAME IN MY GAME. IGNORING DUDES CALLING ME BABY, MA OR BOO, MY MOM ALREADY GAVE ME A NAME. U CAN'T DETAERMAIN MY BEING A WOMAN BY THE WIGGLE IN MY BEHIND BUT TO NOT RESPECT THE LADY I AM, U MUST BE BLIND. TO MEET THE RIGHT MAN WHO DESERVES THAT RESPECT IN RETURN AND WILLING TO LIVE, LUV AND LEARN. THIS IS THE MAN I HAVE WAITED MY WHOLE LIFE TO MEET. SO IF YOU THINK U R THAT MAN HERE I AM AS IN A SOULTRY DANCE SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET.