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Love is Pain It has taken me years to say to your face just how you make me feel inside...And now that you're here I have to decide whether or not to run and hide from a smile so beautiful and radiant sometimes you just wanna look up and thank the Sun for its love. But you can't, Ya Know?
Did ya know that I have you up on a pedestal. I placed my memories of you along side the statue of your face in a private place in my mind for those times when I need an inspiration. I look at you and I am reminded of the definition of dedication.
As I watch you butta scotch thick as honey dew...do...do...can you believe someone can feel for you from afar? Or, do you consider my infatuation a sensation some fake creation that I make from pheremones somewhere deep in my mind when I'm alone? Naw, it ain't that way.
And the thought alone is wrong girl because in my world you appeared on the scene the 1st time I saw you run across my TV screen. Is it some passing fancy or was I just getting ansy when I saw my dream girl during her freshman year in her athletic gear getting her scholastic sports america on at UCONN. Ahhh, the mecca of women's hoops...ooops there goes my shirt up ova my head Oh My when I read what you said about meeting new people who all only want to know Nykesha and not care to much about Simone grown into a beautiful, butta red-bone...get off the phone and look at this!
I would love to put my hands on your shoulders and massage you for hours on end just because that's my nature doesn't mean that I bend to your will. On the contrary (or betta still) I would like to play you for your heart! Don't make me go get my game and my bag of tricks because it includes all the instant love me mix that we'll need for a lifetime. So, my goal: To love you like no one has ever tried. Ain't you tired of having to push love aside for time management? Dedicate yourself to love and let me see what you are really made of
