In the spirit of Nob’s “Letter to my future wife” and Franque’s “Our song”, I decided to get in on the action and talk about my love. Truth is I wrote this a while back but decided this would be the right time to get this out. I hope at the end I get a tear or two. Enjoy!
I had known her awhile back; actually I had known her for years though always took her for granted; now I see, I erred and make up for it monthly.
Early one morning, sitting in my GL, it came to me like an epiphany, what her very essence meant.
The GL, the Louis luggage, the trips overseas, and my bespoke Oswald suits were all because of her.
In short, my present situation was all due to her.
She was the reason I was up early and on the grind already.
She was the reason I slept 4hrs and spend the remaining 20 up and about.
I would drive through sleets, storms and floods just to be with her.
I would happily travel miles just to get her.
I would protect her if she’s ever threatened.
I would gladly take the 2yr jail term like Bode George did for her.
I’m not saying she rules my every existence, but she is my driving force: She has that much power.
I’ve heard how men almost and did lose their sanity for her.
She’s hot, she’s sexy, plus she looks good in whatever color she wears.
She’s my hard on, my ginger and most definitely she’s my swag.
She’s always the centre of attention; she is the life of every party.
She never gets tired of satisfying, though she’ll walk away if handled carelessly.
She’s my true love, she’s my queen, the most priceless possession in my life and I would almost kill for her but she’s never asked.
It wasn’t love at first sight. Though, it’s now till death do us part.
I Love my Bitch and
SHE is MONEY!