A Letter From the Valley

that's how strong my love is
I'm not a man, that I should lie
nor the son of man, that I have to repent
that's how strong my love is
my life is poetry
with style and grace...
I parade
with horns and cymbals
beats of my own drum
one-man band
can't nobody tell me shit
and it definetly don't stink
but is of heavenly gardens
the excess of my mess...LOL
I'm done but for real
I make roses grow from concrete
lillies pop up in desert valleys
where the red fern grows
pastures liken to Eden, my love
made for you and me
that's how strong my love is
where we lay up under aged trees
sweet meadows, craved names under
K-I-S-S-I-N-G...you and me
me and my baby
if this is me not there or not around the corner
then maybe I should pull back
hold back
maybe I should just be cooooool
unreal, I can't, I won't
It ain't like its ever been
sooooooo cool baby LOL
what I know is that I go hard and
what I know is that he go harder and
what I love is the hope of what could be...
damn boy what you do to me....
got me finna flex
you wanna see
how many reps I can do
squats, dips, my love'll do mountain climbers, chest lifts...one handed
on these bitches...I go hard
got me finna flex
you wanna see
those biceps, triceps, you wanna see how this survival of the fittest
gym called life has made of me
well watch me flex then
so you can see, tenacity in my tendons
integrity in my veins
watch me show them ever so gently
I like the way you look at me because
I like what I see in me
you see beauty, I see strength
you see smiles, I see the trails of tears from yesteryear
how they've cradled my jaw
hence the joy you now enjoy *smileshard*...
I love life and I love love and I can't help it
I am love and love is me...
when I can't see what'll become of me, I look within
that's how strong my love is
adaptable,sustainable, content in whatever state I'm in
I am love and love is we...
that's how strong our love is
3 strand cord not easily broken
I am here and you are here and we're ALL in
that's how strong our love is
cradled in the bosom of His breasts, what He's blessed
afore time but written before our being
skys the limit he says
but he dont know the half
the truth is out there and we'll share
sweet nectars of our fountains
forever young in the garden of eternity
we'll see just how it's supposed to be
me and my baby, just me and my baby
my sweet, darling
sincerely
Ms. Kelly