Make Me Your Maybe
The way you comb your hair
Your aromatic blossoming smell
You make things go so well
Make me, make me your maybe
Your driven by the heat
As you walk down the street
You may things so, go well
Make me, make me your maybe
Your honor and pose
Your beauty only God knows
Oh! Lord would you allow me
To stand in awe
Embraced in your arms of love
I admire you
You set me to propose to you
Your as the rose, even with thorns
I am instilled hopelessly in awe with you
Your driven by compassion
Hope filled and love ever lasting
And all I am asking is that you love me
Oh! Lord would you allow her
Let the woman of my dreams
Be in love with me only
Make me your maybe
10/22/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr©2017
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
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