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The Prize
Her smile echoes in my thoughts.
I’m at a loss for words when she looks at me,
so I just sit back and observe what the Lord has brought.
Softly does she speak,
but her impact is always thunderous.
Her words feel like an invisible touch,
so when I’m in her presence, I’m never rushed.
Our conversations last for days,
recalling memories that have shaped our years,
we dance the night away,
and laugh until we’re brought to tears.
Even silence brings us closer, for we still maintain unspoken bonds,
we are the living embodiment of nearly all our favorite songs.
Oh, how this woman has smitten me so,
much different than flames from years ago,
her energy is unbelievable,
and she turns routine into unpredictable.
Long ago, I turned the page,
and left fairytales in yesterday,
now forever is staring me in my face,
and daring me to disobey.
Just when I thought I’d be alone,
with no one I can call my own,
she gives me love I’ve never known,
greater than any love I’ve ever shown.
My hands want me to hold her close.
My feet are yelling “Man, let’s go”!
My eyes are focused on her lips, her hips, her thighs and pretty toes.
My loins are tempting me to sin!
My spirit is telling me to pray.
My heart is whispering “Dive on in”
My mind is saying “Get away”!
See, I’ve always needed her,
but I was settling with them,
she calls me honey, she calls me zaddy,
but most of all, she calls me friend.
If this is a dream I’m living in, I pray to God it never ends,
because her walking into my world is when my life truly began.
Not by coincidence, or happenstance,
we’re part of something beyond our glance.
This is a beautifully constructed plan that we’ll never fully comprehend.
Now my heart is always full, and my days are so much brighter,
she’s a prize, which is why, I don’t mind that my wallet’s a little lighter.
Yes, nerve wrecking she can be,
and no, we don’t always agree,
but I’ve learned to look past her flaws, her quirks and all,
because she’s willing to deal with me.
She’s with me through all of my dysfunction,
never judging, only loving me,
we started from the bottom,
now we’re building towards a dynasty.
She’s a blessing that I don’t deserve,
Lord knows I’m covered in plenty dirt,
but in her eyes, I am the worthy of placing my seed inside her mother earth.
My empty days and lonely nights are now injected full of life.
And I’m hoping, and wishing, and praying to God that one day she’ll be my wife.
We’ll forgive, we’ll forget,
we’ll take trips, we’ll have kids,
we’ll throw Super Bowl parties, and put up lights on Christmas.
For better, for worse,
through ups and downs,
for richer, or poorer,
our love with abound.
Our love with endure,
our love will be pure,
we both carry sickness,
we both carry cures.
I see her,
not who she was,
or who she thought she would be,
truth be told, that’s the reason she wound up falling for me.
She’s free as a bird when she’s in my arms,
like finding a tree, and never wanting to leave,
she’s feels a soothing calm,
created from the roots of my transparency.
She sees the future in my eyes,
and her past doesn’t need a disguise,
she is presently, and will forever ever be, sweet victory,
The Prize.
I’m at a loss for words when she looks at me,
so I just sit back and observe what the Lord has brought.
Softly does she speak,
but her impact is always thunderous.
Her words feel like an invisible touch,
so when I’m in her presence, I’m never rushed.
Our conversations last for days,
recalling memories that have shaped our years,
we dance the night away,
and laugh until we’re brought to tears.
Even silence brings us closer, for we still maintain unspoken bonds,
we are the living embodiment of nearly all our favorite songs.
Oh, how this woman has smitten me so,
much different than flames from years ago,
her energy is unbelievable,
and she turns routine into unpredictable.
Long ago, I turned the page,
and left fairytales in yesterday,
now forever is staring me in my face,
and daring me to disobey.
Just when I thought I’d be alone,
with no one I can call my own,
she gives me love I’ve never known,
greater than any love I’ve ever shown.
My hands want me to hold her close.
My feet are yelling “Man, let’s go”!
My eyes are focused on her lips, her hips, her thighs and pretty toes.
My loins are tempting me to sin!
My spirit is telling me to pray.
My heart is whispering “Dive on in”
My mind is saying “Get away”!
See, I’ve always needed her,
but I was settling with them,
she calls me honey, she calls me zaddy,
but most of all, she calls me friend.
If this is a dream I’m living in, I pray to God it never ends,
because her walking into my world is when my life truly began.
Not by coincidence, or happenstance,
we’re part of something beyond our glance.
This is a beautifully constructed plan that we’ll never fully comprehend.
Now my heart is always full, and my days are so much brighter,
she’s a prize, which is why, I don’t mind that my wallet’s a little lighter.
Yes, nerve wrecking she can be,
and no, we don’t always agree,
but I’ve learned to look past her flaws, her quirks and all,
because she’s willing to deal with me.
She’s with me through all of my dysfunction,
never judging, only loving me,
we started from the bottom,
now we’re building towards a dynasty.
She’s a blessing that I don’t deserve,
Lord knows I’m covered in plenty dirt,
but in her eyes, I am the worthy of placing my seed inside her mother earth.
My empty days and lonely nights are now injected full of life.
And I’m hoping, and wishing, and praying to God that one day she’ll be my wife.
We’ll forgive, we’ll forget,
we’ll take trips, we’ll have kids,
we’ll throw Super Bowl parties, and put up lights on Christmas.
For better, for worse,
through ups and downs,
for richer, or poorer,
our love with abound.
Our love with endure,
our love will be pure,
we both carry sickness,
we both carry cures.
I see her,
not who she was,
or who she thought she would be,
truth be told, that’s the reason she wound up falling for me.
She’s free as a bird when she’s in my arms,
like finding a tree, and never wanting to leave,
she’s feels a soothing calm,
created from the roots of my transparency.
She sees the future in my eyes,
and her past doesn’t need a disguise,
she is presently, and will forever ever be, sweet victory,
The Prize.
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