He is the man of my life and l can bank on it,
A rock l can count on with forever being secure,
He is what God had in mind when he said, “Let there be men”,
Many don their smiles upon his presence,
But well, what can l say, “He is mine”,
So flawed but perfect,
At least l now know how it feels to be loved without trying,
His chocolate skin and smile makes me forget about my own existence,
Not just his looks but what is within,
But well l guess l am not much into his appearance,
The ruler of my mind despite of his absence,
The very reason l wake up next to wet dreams on my pillow case,
Cause l cant seem to close my eyes without picturing his face,
I cling on the little crumbs he leaves in the plate,
Because l have no shame,
He's the very reason I marvel at the hands I possess,
The same ones that seek his pockets, no less,
A power to captivate, to make his heart race,
An ounce of joy that that fills me upon seeing his name popping on my screen,
I guess he is what God has been preparing for me when l prayed for Mr. Right.
Another bank going down the drain,
You may laugh, I don't think it's funny.
They tell us all we're not to worry,
But what's happened to all my money?
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