Just Like A King
Ur voice is strong, Ur walk is tall, Ur mind is made, U give Ur all
Ur heart is warm, Ur breath is sweet, Ur smile still knocks me off my feet
And in the times that I am down and can't believe my dreams, You rock me, love me, push me, hold me tight just like a King
Ur efforts great, Ur love is true, Ur words are kept though they are few
Ur stare is deep, Ur strength is pure, U go through things and still endure
And for the times I stuck it out and took one for the team, U always stood to cheer me on, so proud just like a King
Ur kiss fulfills, Ur life is real, I trust you with the way I feel
Ur touch is smooth, Ur heart is full, but Ur as stubborn as a mule
It's for the reasons you never say and things I'll never be, Ur always there no matter what, forgiving like a King
None else I need its U indeed, Ur more than just a man to me. Ur sweet, Ur sound, Ur strong, Ur pure, I'll follow as you lead
I'm always here to stand and watch you reign just like a King
I Choose
Good and bad, right and wrong my life is not my own. Every way I turn there's alteration to my song. I hear a rhythm in my heart, I'm moving to another, My heart beats at a different pace thats not like any other.
The pain I caused myself led me to where I am today, and now I am held prisoner by the things I fear to say
I told you so's and regretful woes are not my biggest fear, but the chance of losing who or what I am holding very dear
I ask for impossible and you give me reality. I choose to make a different path because I hate conformity
Most of what we do is of the things we said we hated. I do because the way I see was never validated
My first priority = your delay. My own perception = the root of your pain.
We get along til I decide to hold to my opinion, so I validate myself now that I'm old enough to give it
You see in it a curse that's dead, to me you can't be right. I see in it a blessing 'cause what's dead won't produce life.
You say you do these things for me for protection and not for suffering. It seems the older that I get the more I resent my covering.
The things I want and yet aspire are the fuel that lets me move. I look around and hope seems gone, the more I get, I lose.
You'll love me despite of what I do... can you say the same for who I choose...
There'll come a time, a time will come when I'll face myself alone. And all my choices, burdens, faults, I'll carry on my own
I'll dare to dream and live my life and stop making excuses.
I'll chose my battles day by day and compromise with truces.
I do believe I have a choice in all that I endure. I'll make it out and be okay, my Mama raised no fool.
Who I am I'll always be despite of who's right next to me; I'll be only who I choose to be.
I choose to love, be loved and then give all that I can get. The strength in keeping what I have is how I fight for it.
Admiration
Could I be your Mona Lisa? Not to be placed aside and gazed upon but so that the history of my beauty will always be a mystery to you... priceless, forever lasting, becoming more valuable in time, a beauty sublime for your pleasure, I promise to always be your treasure.
If I could be your Mona Lisa, could I be your garden of purple roses? Not to decorate your envoirnment for others to be jealous, but so that the rareness of my beauty can heighten and compliment your love for beautiful things. My sent reminds you that there is a God, so odd... I captivate your attention every time, I promise to keep you as mine.
If I could be your garden of purple roses, could I be your collection of black diamonds and pearls? Not so that you can show me off to your family and friends, but so that the value of my beauty withstands generations upon generations, so natural so strong, time will never separate the bond and all who know us, know how fond you are of your gem.
If I could be your collection of black diamonds and pearls, could I be your classic, Mercedes Benz? Not to be your gimmick, or to make others jealous, but so that you can depend on me and I'll enhance your sense of style, and compliment your stance.
If I could be your Mercedes, could I be your gold and diamond studded cufflinks? Not to weigh you down and outshine you, but silently holding together your outer appearance and protective covering. Hiding in the backdrop with no need to draw attention to myself, but yet close enough to be admired by you.
If I could be be your set of gold cufflinks, could I be your finest bottle of wine? Not to only be taken down and used when you wish to entertain, but to sit, well worth the wait getting better with age.
If I could be your expensive bottle of wine, could I be your delicate hand sewn quilt? Not to hang out in a cedar chest, collecting dust for a rainy day, but to cover you in desperate times with fabric of love holding interwoven memories and having the smell of summer rain and nostalgia in my nature.
I'll always be here to remind you of what was, and give you hope for what will be. Aging like wine, binding like cufflinks, moving like a Mercedes, strong like diamonds, beautiful like purple roses, and familiar like the Mona Lisa.
You Cultivate the light in me, Manifest the faith in me, Magnify the worth in me, Validate the voice in me, and Anticipate the growth in me.
You're my love, my Rock, my Everything, if only I could be...
The Choice to Love
The most courageous of us all, are those of us who choose to Love. Those of us who recognize even the faint cries of a dove.
Love is patient, Love is kind, keeps no wrong record in its mind. Love is the reason through the seasons, trials and hardships your survive.
When you accept someone for who they are, and wait for who they turn to be, love them past the hurt they cause most often done unconsciously, put your wants and needs aside, and hope your efforts multiply, you give them strength born of your strength and faith they need to fly.
You hide their pain to heal their pain and cry their tears of sorrow. You fight the battles of today to brighten their tomorrow.
You sacrifice and give your all, in fractions you receive. Not finding love in tangibles but its intimacies.
The fact seems more important now and not the how or why, between the lines of first and lasts is where true love will lie.
Vanity follows self gratification, but love just aims to please. True strength is shown through those who've lost before and still believe.
It matters not to those in love if others see it as legit, the most outstanding trait of love is that through all it does not quit.
Once In Love Again
Just one more kiss upon his lips to take away the pain
Just one more cry into the night to wash away the shame
Just one more reason now in love I'm falling once again
At first I thought it was a game I didn't think was real
And now you're headed home after you've landed your big steal
Your heart, your hands, your pain, your cries I just wanted to hold
And now the thoughts I have towards you are secrets never told
The things I know and hold inside just wishing I could say, just now remain broke promises in hope for brighter days
With each new day comes joy and pain, true love whispers my name
In hopes I'll have the faith inside, fall once in love again.
I Choose
Good and bad, right and wrong my life is not my own. Every way I turn there's alteration to my song. I hear a rhythm in my heart, I'm moving to another, My heart beats at a different pace thats not like any other.
The pain I caused myself led me to where I am today, and now I am held prisoner by the things I fear to say
I told you so's and regretful woes are not my biggest fear, but the chance of losing who or what I am holding very dear
I ask for impossible and you give me reality. I choose to make a different path because I hate conformity
Most of what we do is of the things we said we hated. I do because the way I see was never validated
My first priority = your delay. My own perception = the root of your pain.
We get along til I decide to hold to my opinion, so I validate myself now that I'm old enough to give it
You see in it a curse that's dead, to me you can't be right. I see in it a blessing 'cause what's dead won't produce life.
You say you do these things for me for protection and not for suffering. It seems the older that I get the more I resent my covering.
The things I want and yet aspire are the fuel that lets me move. I look around and hope seems gone, the more I get, I lose.
You'll love me despite of what I do... can you say the same for who I choose...
There'll come a time, a time will come when I'll face myself alone. And all my choices, burdens, faults, I'll carry on my own
I'll dare to dream and live my life and stop making excuses.
I'll chose my battles day by day and compromise with truces.
I do believe I have a choice in all that I endure. I'll make it out and be okay, my Mama raised no fool.
Who I am I'll always be despite of who's right next to me; I'll be only who I choose to be.
I choose to love, be loved and then give all that I can get. The strength in keeping what I have is how I fight for it.
Admiration
Could I be your Mona Lisa? Not to be placed aside and gazed upon but so that the history of my beauty will always be a mystery to you... priceless, forever lasting, becoming more valuable in time, a beauty sublime for your pleasure, I promise to always be your treasure.
If I could be your Mona Lisa, could I be your garden of purple roses? Not to decorate your envoirnment for others to be jealous, but so that the rareness of my beauty can heighten and compliment your love for beautiful things. My sent reminds you that there is a God, so odd... I captivate your attention every time, I promise to keep you as mine.
If I could be your garden of purple roses, could I be your collection of black diamonds and pearls? Not so that you can show me off to your family and friends, but so that the value of my beauty withstands generations upon generations, so natural so strong, time will never separate the bond and all who know us, know how fond you are of your gem.
If I could be your collection of black diamonds and pearls, could I be your classic, Mercedes Benz? Not to be your gimmick, or to make others jealous, but so that you can depend on me and I'll enhance your sense of style, and compliment your stance.
If I could be your Mercedes, could I be your gold and diamond studded cufflinks? Not to weigh you down and outshine you, but silently holding together your outer appearance and protective covering. Hiding in the backdrop with no need to draw attention to myself, but yet close enough to be admired by you.
If I could be be your set of gold cufflinks, could I be your finest bottle of wine? Not to only be taken down and used when you wish to entertain, but to sit, well worth the wait getting better with age.
If I could be your expensive bottle of wine, could I be your delicate hand sewn quilt? Not to hang out in a cedar chest, collecting dust for a rainy day, but to cover you in desperate times with fabric of love holding interwoven memories and having the smell of summer rain and nostalgia in my nature.
I'll always be here to remind you of what was, and give you hope for what will be. Aging like wine, binding like cufflinks, moving like a Mercedes, strong like diamonds, beautiful like purple roses, and familiar like the Mona Lisa.
You Cultivate the light in me, Manifest the faith in me, Magnify the worth in me, Validate the voice in me, and Anticipate the growth in me.
You're my love, my Rock, my Everything, if only I could be...
The Choice to Love
The most courageous of us all, are those of us who choose to Love. Those of us who recognize even the faint cries of a dove.
Love is patient, Love is kind, keeps no wrong record in its mind. Love is the reason through the seasons, trials and hardships your survive.
When you accept someone for who they are, and wait for who they turn to be, love them past the hurt they cause most often done unconsciously, put your wants and needs aside, and hope your efforts multiply, you give them strength born of your strength and faith they need to fly.
You hide their pain to heal their pain and cry their tears of sorrow. You fight the battles of today to brighten their tomorrow.
You sacrifice and give your all, in fractions you receive. Not finding love in tangibles but its intimacies.
The fact seems more important now and not the how or why, between the lines of first and lasts is where true love will lie.
Vanity follows self gratification, but love just aims to please. True strength is shown through those who've lost before and still believe.
It matters not to those in love if others see it as legit, the most outstanding trait of love is that through all it does not quit.
Once In Love Again
Just one more kiss upon his lips to take away the pain
Just one more cry into the night to wash away the shame
Just one more reason now in love I'm falling once again
At first I thought it was a game I didn't think was real
And now you're headed home after you've landed your big steal
Your heart, your hands, your pain, your cries I just wanted to hold
And now the thoughts I have towards you are secrets never told
The things I know and hold inside just wishing I could say, just now remain broke promises in hope for brighter days
With each new day comes joy and pain, true love whispers my name
In hopes I'll have the faith inside, fall once in love again.
