if in the morning
we dont say i love you
we should be upset
affirmation of our love
we should never forget
i know from experience
to be in love
is to be blessed
equal parts
2 hearts
sharing devotion
pure emotion
and tenderness
if our love is not the answer
but sounds like a question
no matter what impression
we give our friends
we will be in a state of regression
play fighting
good tidings
will become agression
and there will be pregnant pauses
in the progression
of our silent love vibe
baby we cant hide
what we dont feel inside
if we dont pray together
how can we stay together
our fall will be so cold
in bed we will both wear sweaters
if we dont own our vows
why write love letters
if our love
stops being mental
we will take the short ride
on the physical
and the moment
we both dread
2 people once in love
sleeping on opposite sides
of our bed
the passion all but dead
both feeling
they were mislead
by false claims of love
check it out
if our altered state
makes
our fatih falter
and we sacrifice our love bond
on an altar
of selfishness
for loves funeral
how should we dress
tell me who
do we need 2 impress
when care fades from a caress
once making more when we had less
now we have the material
but serial
stress
if we think the grass is greener
on the other side of fence
are we ignoring our friends
when they dont make sense
your girlfriends always sayin
aint no good men
my boys always tryin to defend
the player
they try 2 be
majoring in sex
minoring in sincerity
if we see a marriage counselor
and ignore the scripture
how can we see
clearly the full picture
no one said being in love
was all cookies and cream
many times it is like walking
on a balance beam
but if encouragement
cant nourish
what used to flourish
then we will become ignorant
petty and boorish
if we say it is all over
yet refuse to walk the extra mile
where once we fell for each other
we will fall for a pretty face
and a smile
all pretty packages dont contain
what we need to sustain
too many one night holdovers
roll over
into a life of pain
everybody who is apart
wishes they had a heart
to share
to care
when they come home
i have been there baby
and it aint no joke
waiting by the phone
a list of numbers to call
but somehow your fingers stall
because even after they supply
a physical need
they cant stop a heart that bleeds
internally

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