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He was a king looking for a queen, a God in search of a Goddess, and he choose me. A woman who viewed love as nothing but a hoax, a mere joke. Me, I’d rather play in a lion’s den before falling in love again and become landlord to a broken heart. He was a king looking for a queen, a God in search of a Goddess, and he choose me. A woman whose capacity to love was damaged, and like an addict who’d just went thru detox, the thought of loving again, I think not . But, he was relentless in his pursuit, and determined to love the hurt away and there was nothing I could say to make him sway. Aiight, I admit I enjoy the attention and tokens of affection, this man made a lasting impression, he reached for my hand and touched my soul, loving me in spite of and not because. Now I can’t stop thinking ‘bout his touch, and when he isn’t around, I miss him so much, his kisses are a must. His love is like the spring, calm and gentle – Renewing, Restoring, and Regenerating, helping my heart to mend and I couldn’t love him any more than if I’d given birth to him. By: MizT March 2006