There I was, with nothing but gratitude
The bond between us was comparable to longitudes and latitudes
Complicated, but that of highest magnitude
We started slow then we picked the altitude
I had to struggle dealing with his attitude
What’s funny is that he thought I was being rude when I told him, “Don’t be rude”
Two years and counting without the need for sex or shameful nudes
Love is a beautiful thing, I can’t be fooled
Love is the one thing I wasn’t schooled
By instinct, I did my best to help him through
I did my best to see his smile come through
He is the man in me and forever will be
He is my love for writing poetry
He taught me what it means to be caring
I fell deeper in love with him with the secrets we were sharing
With all the “Truth or Daring”,
The long walks and face to face staring
If he was still perfect, I wouldn’t think about whoring
Thank God, I am here, writing a different story
I would thank God more if my man no longer ignored me
If he stopped with the flirting
I pray he also changes his habit
Of letting me know that he is cheating
Sometimes I feel like my prayers are too much to ask
Too unrealistic to be answered, because to be honest…