He Loves Me

HE LOVES ME

He sings to me.....
Mmmm...when he sings his song of love to me
I see that his love loves me like no other
Every time I close my eyes,
the thought of him makes my insides explode over and over
You know....that love that makes others hover
The love that makes them want to discover
Yeah....sing me that love song,
remind me again that right here is where I belong
Oooohhh......sing it once more to me,
so you can once again set my broken spirit free.....

He adores me.........
Yeah...he's got that special kind of love
The love that loves my laugh,
my smile, my eyes, my lips, the sway in my
hips, my soul, my very essence....shit...
his love just loves my presence
When he watches me walk into the room,
everyone feels the depth of his love
that is in bloom

He moves me.......
When our lips meet,
No one else exists.
Mmmmm....I can still taste our first kiss.
My baby's love throws my arms to the side,
arches my back and makes my head
damn near touch my spine...
Ahhh.....shit...someone get me an EKG...
Why is this man doing this to me?
Doesn't he know that love has never loved me so truly.
Damn my body, he sends my soul into convulsions.
How does he do that without some sort of potion......

He cherishes me......
You see....otha brotha's may have claimed to love thee,
but their love didn't love like his love loves me
Oh, I thought that I had loved before, believe me
but that love was just there for the meantime
That love was only there to let me experience what it
feels like for someone to try and take
over my precious mind

Oh, I thought that I had loved before, but that
love was just there to show me pain so that
my shweet thang would not have to love in vain

He appreciates me.....
Let me tell you, I've loved that painful love before,
I know what that's all about
I've fought that love, and that love has kicked
my ass all throughout.....
but when I look into his eyes,
the pain that once made my heart it's
place to reside has now died a thousand times over
and that little heart of mine is now revived.
When his love touches me....
every slap, every punch, every kick
the others gave me, no longer exists
because his love has renewed me, and
has unclenched my fist

He loves me.....and I love him.....
Yeah...I know I said that I would never love again
but, now...I'll never say never,
because I know never, never wins
Once he asked me......
If tomorrow never came through.....
would I know how much he loved me and that his
love was true,
But my question is then....would he know just
how much my love loved him....
and that I couldn't wait for our life as one
to begin....