To: Love

To: Love from LETTER (Read over Musiq Soulchild – Love instrumental; start at 20 sec.)


I write songs while they solemnly swear…

Broken, and repaired…

She combs locks of her heavenly hair…

We’re no longer scared… to share… to care…

She’s my dime…

I found change when I found change…

I’m her spring…

She found me when the seasons changed…

Our reason changed…

Story time…

See she, makes me, take the trash out without her reminding me…

See I wrote her name in love, now love is defining me…

Now both of our names are in lights, passion’s seen easily…

For a while this was way too bright, but darkness kept blinding me…

So…

She’s the rose I chose…

I mean like, silver and rose gold are only worthy of her toes…

I mean like, the rarest of diamonds are only bare shining when compared to her eyes…

I mean like, her smile makes me melt, so I’m stuck in this liquid state…

Thinking bout dinner dates and real estate…

Fences, stakes, and henny straight…

Martin reruns and kitchen plates…

Groceries to buy and leaves to rake…

Future kids and tuition to pay…

But I just paid my own…

But it’s still nice to dream…

We really only oil based lovers…

So slippery we’ll probably never find one another…

But if we do…

If walking to you…

Is too far for any man to travel by foot…

Well…

Then...

Rose,

I’ll pedal myself to your petals…

I’ll follow your scent through puddles and metals…

The further you are, the greater my effort…

I promise…

You’re a gem, and if your trampled stem, refuses to bend…

I’ll let faith motivate me until I reach the earth’s end…

And if unsuccessful still, I’d just do it again…

And when I reach you…

When I finally reach you…

I promise to tell you stories of what brought me there…

And we would both shed tears when we realized that we both had the same story…

The same heart-break, the same slips…

The same what-ifs, the same trips…

When we realize the journey wasn’t in vain…

Because we both prayed in Jesus’ name…

For each other…

And we could never water ourselves…

But now…

Our tears roll down our cheeks and onto each other’s leaves…

Down our stems into our soil…

We’re no longer oil…

Now we grow…

Now we show…

Oil based lover’s dreams do come true…

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