Every touch told a love story. Every conversation fueled me with excitement.
When you left, silence knocked on the door and creeped its self in.
Silence took over and the love stories ended. Your presence was not longer felt and the excitement faded just as you did.
I want to love you as sensual as Sade's words. As I tell you your love is king.
Baby you don't know how to love somebody the way I love you, as Nina Simone would say.
Gaye taught me to love you whether times are good or bad. Happy and sad.
Allow me to show you Love and Happiness as describes by Al Green.
Allow me to always love you.
Living in between the present of finding happiness and the past where I had been loved.