My Sweet Potato Pie
It's love when you enter a room and give me these butterflies.
No reason to try and hide keeping these emotions inside.
You have me intoxicated from those sensations that you provide.
Woman you remind me of Sweet Potato Pie.
It's love when the phone rings and I rush to answer, praying it's you.
She's a part of my goals now and all the things I want to do.
Everyday is an adventure and always something new.
Together we've healed old wounds, despite the pain both of us have gone through.
A serene feeling of comfort when looking into your beautiful eyes.
You're warm like Sweet Potato Pie.
It's love when I purpose to her on Valentine's day.
A life of bliss sealed with a kiss was my determined way.
To make her mine for all time.
My partner in crime.
Like Bonnie and Clyde.
She still gives me butterflies.
I'll always have a sweet tooth for her like Sweet Potato Pie!
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