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For every Queen there is a King

Some brotha'

Somewhere

Just sitting there

Wondering and waiting

Quietly debating

The "What if's?"

And the "Why's?"

The "But I love you's"

And the "Good-byes"



For every King there is a Queen

Some sista'

Somewhere

Searching here and searching there

A Queen in prayer

For the desires

Of her heart to be met

As she tries to be of good courage

And nourish her hopes and dreams

Of     K i s m e t



Standing firmly with poise and grace

Relying    b l i n d l y    upon her faith

For situations

Are never as they seem

Her thoughts constantly in transition

As time never allows

Any

One

Position

To   remain   the    s a m e



She either ticks with it

Or drizzles into puddles

Like    drops    of    f a l l e n    rain

Her heart

Evaporating into the atmosphere

The morning dew of her fears

D e m y s t i f i e d    by   her   tears

Permitting fate to rule her aspirations

With sorrow and   d e s p a i r



Her   mind   snipered   by   reasonable  doubts

And doubtable reasons

Of   why?

And  where?

And  when?

When will it be her season

To harvest the fields

Of  her expectations?



To embrace her King

Her Destiny

Her Obligation



To receive her Love

To    l o v e     what   she  receives

The Love of her life

The strength of her man

The   man   of   his   wife

The father

Of

Her

Prodigies



The one who breathes

Just to sustain

And please

Her

E v e r y

Need

As she loves his mind

And    minds    everything    that    he    loves

Damn

Where is he?

Why can't he feel me?



MoodSwingz_January2003