Walking down the road in cool December,
My eyes stumbled and bucked up this brotha
Six feet of pure handsomeness,
Features a prince could only possess;
Teeth that glittered like freshly laid snow,
A smile that signalled welcome home
The effect I felt as my breath left my chest,
Utopia so divine I said yes Lord yes;
Strutting like a sun god, he floated over,
Whispered sweet nothings and bowled me over.
My smile was high and six feet wide,
Thoughts floating and I’m thinking, is this my guy;
A spiritual tap bid me to stop,
A voice so still one I totally forgot.
My main man was speaking binding me to listen,
As he filled me in on this brotha I was courting;
The low down I received,
By this brotha I was nearly deceived;
You see I have this man who speaks without deceit
He already possesses the treasures you offer,
The treasures I seek;
Don’t think me dumb or even naïve,
Lies and falsehoods don’t interest me;
The love I ask for and all the things I need
This man already died for, on a tree.