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    SEASON OF DISCONTENT

    Knew U was a come up
    Couldn't wait 2 run up
    And embrace my girl
    In a life of pain
    U were my soft rain
    Baby love
    U were my world

    Yet the best laid plans
    We understand
    Can change in the blink of an eye
    One day Ur basking
    Next day Ur asking
    Why the rain
    Makes ya want 2 cry

    A summer enveloped
    In the heat of Ur lovliness
    A pretty, stylish haircut
    So beautiful I must confess
    With curves
    That made brothers swerve
    In a summer dress
    My boys said U were Untouchable
    But I was Elliot Ness

    In fall
    I would call
    U all day and nite
    Before I went 2 bed
    Praying 2 God 4 Blessing
    Me with a girl so right
    Walking hand in hand
    Such a touching sight
    Tryin 2 act mature
    But my heart gave up the fight
    Dancing 2 a lover's theme
    Holding U so tight

    In winter
    Cuddling near the fireside
    Stroking Ur body while U slept
    So full of pride
    Tickling Ur sweetness
    So I could come inside
    Slipping and sliding
    On Ur Ebony Ice
    Enjoying the ride
    A tru lover and friend
    With whom
    I could confide
    Tossing out the warning signs
    Allowing my apprehension
    2 die

    In spring
    Shopping 4 a ring
    I need U in my life
    Never thought after my marriage
    Ended I would desire a wife
    Talking 2 me gently
    After a work day of stress and strife
    A peaceful place
    In Ur embrace
    Ina world so rife
    With a tension
    And apprehension
    U could cut with a knife
    I felt so Blessed

    Slowly Ur tenderness
    Faded from ourdaily routine
    Thought it was the typical drama
    In a relationship
    She'll let off some steam

    Having conversations
    In situations
    That were not the norm
    Coming home
    Seeing U on the phone
    Chilling like a Quiet Storm

    Talkin 2 my boys
    Asking if I could employ
    Anything 2 circumvent
    A love 4 all seasons
    That suddenly became
    The reasons 4 Ur discontent

    One day I came home
    And U were gone
    So where Ur things
    Only items left was a note
    And Ur friendship ring
    Didn't know the reasons
    4 this treason
    Didn't grasp the full extent
    I guess U left 2 find tru happiness
    In Ur Season of Discontent

    Wow,
    This is deep
    Seems as if I have a new opening
    In my life
    I wonder if any woman out there
    Who can hear me
    Would one day like 2 be my wife
    Anybody?

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    • 1 January 2011
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