As the day go by, I think of what we have. Just as the sun interrupts the moon, I knew it was meant to be true. Somehow we touched something real, a "CONNECTION" , something that's powerful and pure. It was like a puzzle piece, a conection, two parts that fit. It felt like we were playing chess, but she put me in check and I wanted to be her mate. Man, it get stressful and don't get me wrong, she is special. They say stress kills, but I don't wanna be stressed; I wanna be blessed by her touch, smell, and kisses that tell a story cause I know, throughout her life, other dudes took her through hell. Man, it feels like I'm locked in her jail. She's the guard and I'm locked in her cell. Then I look back on a clue a wise man once gave me: the only way out is the only way through.
