He said he couldn't call me his favorite b/c then I'd be comparable,
but to him I am LIFE,
- the air he struggles for in the middle of the night,
- the pillow in his prison cell,
- his every day gig,
- the woman who fulfills his dreams of having kids.
Please understand this came from the lips of the man that sets my soul ablaze
- not just my ego running free.
As if God made my soul to unlock his.
He is a prism and I, his bright sunshine
formed to shine through him,
see his possibilities and
expose them to the earth abroad.
I love him, period.
Not just the vibrations that I create to voice that thought.
I love him and all his ways,
more than a child love field trip days.
He is mine:that's all I need to know.
Here's my dissertation I have succeeded in life.
I can cross over freely with the lottery chance of being his wife, or even his mistress
I'd break 1000 hearts for that sweet kiss.
As I lay up beneath him with no makeup and I breathe his air all I can fathom is why can't life always be this fair,
why can't sunshine always be this sweet, why can't grass always be this green?
Then I realize he isn't my divine intervention he is just merely a prism God created for me to see my soul through. For me to forsake my love is the only way I can charter new heights and blossom as flower worthy of God's sight. Until I let you go, Iam incomplete
this is when i pondered: maybe God is a "her." - orange.dani
