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I have finally admitted to myself, after looking deep into my soul,

After being mentally whipped, that love has surely taken its toll.

Let me tell you, I have this heart breaking, painful more than unbearable situation.

That’s been eating away at me for a while long lasting infatuation.

I woke up one day and found myself in love, deep in an intoxicating love with a man for all the right reasons.

A love so passionate, so comfortable I could sport it in and season.

Wit this brotha, so bright full of wisdom and knowledge,

Greater than anything they could teach you at any college.

With a heart and soul overburden with compassion and strength,

I felt to my life he must have been a gift.

His eyes so full of hope and determination,

His ambition so strong could raise a nation.

His smile so warm, melts me on impact, you should see it!

His touch so sensual, so rejuvenating you wouldn’t believe it.

But the terrifying, heart racing twist to this tale,

We’ve been separated by concrete, steel doors and barbed wire; this man I love so is in jail.

Separated we are by a sentence that seems to have no end,

I’ve tried to be his sister, lover, companion, and friend.

This is tremendous task if any of you know,

It’s like I’ve been sentenced to live in his shadow.

I look at the time and wonder where all the years for him went,

See this love these feelings was an accident, honest, it wasn’t meant.

I wasn’t suppose to mean so much to him, and him to me,

Cause I’m married to a brotha right here on the street.

And he treats me good but not as good as I wish,

He’s cheated, done his thang and put me through some shit.

But I stay, often I ask myself why?

But to say that I didn’t love him would be a lie.

And he knows about the other man, sometimes he goes into a jealous rage,

But I tell him get himself together and act his age.

Cause if he was doing right and this he knows,

I wouldn’t be in love with another man and live in his shadow.

See I live in his shadow because I know that we could never really be as one,

Our dreams were over as soon as they begun.

I can’t be with him by his side the way I’d like,

For one he’s in jail and two, I am another’s wife.

I think he knows if he ever makes it to the street, I got his back,

And I think my husband knows that as a fact.

As his shadow I am always with him in spirit, although he can’t touch me.

But if he turns his light in a certain way he can still see me.

As much as it hurts, I’ll be there for him as long as I can breath,

Just being his shadow, you better believe!