I've grown to understand that change is constant...
Constant is the feeling I get when I think of success..
The success of chaning my life to include becoming a mentally and spiritually wealthy GROWN MANS WIFE!!!
You see, the negative things between men and I that have transpired I've grown tired...
Restless blessed with the knowledge of knowing in this game of life I am a pawn but in your arms I am QUEEN and you serve as my prince delivered from our KING
I relate to you in the sense of the 73rd Pslams making my dreams my reality...
The change in me makes me dream of 4C's...
Four seasons are the reasons that God has seasoned our hearts
To search for parts of our spiritual foundation making our union more than an empirical result of possibilites
Don't mistake my love as a substitution to reltionships lost
For you are no where near a miracle
Sinacal of any one to try and debate that this creation has our ancestors turning over in their graves
They built me to have a heartbeat that can feel nothing but victory!
A grown woman I am not an oracle but in GODs plan
He made me change and grow to know that holding your hand in the day and not just laying in your bed at night aint the same!!
See you found growth in me change you can see that I am more than a king size sheets friend I'm not chucky but imma be here till the end
THAT my friend is growth!
Our two roads meet making this change, with no chains binding we from what has reminded me to live!
With growth I have become so dope no not coke like the bottle my shape is one many wish they could throttle
Scared of missing the old me, when you arrived
I knew it was my time to watch my body change but you remained smiling, rubbing me, caressing every roll
Loving me even when my belly became full grown
Growth never removed you me from the throne you created a life for me that I had never dreamed but quite often debated if it would be a mistake to wait
Growth has me patiently waiting in hopes that what I wrote and have quite often spoke will draw you close!
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