•you see these dreams that we share can only compare to never never land./
See I had been stripped bare and this blank sheet was sketched on using the finest technique from your hand.
•moments were carved.memories were etched in stone./
Pain was stenciled in. Love was branded, lust was this shooting star./
•by far, you are that warm cup of camamill on those sleepless nights./
You are that,first bite of something sweet when indulging your sweet tooth's urge./
•we are mike,magic and bird during the dream team's birth./
We are, joined like love written in cursive./
•We are what most aspire to be./
You are truly fit for a king and there for you are my Coretta Scott./
•my Jill Scott singing about that long walk./
My cold glass of lemonade on those days that are hot./
•you are my boom box./ my beatbox when the CD's skipping and I am looking to get this verse out./
•We are,everything that we have dreamed about so allow me to show you 50shades of me./
•and I promise, I will be everything you need me to be.
