She Be the Queen of Sheba
She be like the Queen of Sheba,
the most beautiful beauty I’ve ever seen.
She walks this world with a majestic gleam,
shining bright as angels beam.
I just want to protect her from all that’s mean,
the men, the pain that she has seen,
making sure it stays a has been.
Make her feel the one and only,
grow old with her so she’s not lonely.
She'll be my best friend while her best friends a girl,
spend my life trying to give her the world.
If she lacks confidence I’ll still believe,
as I sit with her and impart belief,
if she fails I’ve hugs to relieve,
but she’ll always be a winner to me.
I’ll be her joker when she feels down,
and if that doesn’t work I’ll put arms around,
let her know it’s always us two,
not alone whatever life puts her through.
Always support her without a thought,
let her be the one for which I fought,
perfection found in perfect flaws.
You’ll never hear an insult,
if you want me I’m yours,
be together but you’re never her in doors,
if you don’t that’s cool but a kick in the balls,
I know I can be the fool of fools,
with many flaws, to make a few if yours.
I’ll give you a massage when you’re sore,
kiss your neck maybe do some more,
but if you’re tired I’ll let you snore,
a personality that will never bore.
I’ll keep you warm when life gets cold,
separate beds when we’re smelly and old.
And every morning I’ll tell you you’re beautiful,
until you’re fed up with it cus it’s the usual.
And if you’re face was permanently scarred,
I’d still love you, it wouldn’t be hard.
I know it's late, but consider this your valentines card.
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