Connected at the soul,
On my heart,
He has a hold,
No longer lashing out of control,
We speak of our peace then low and behold.
We clear the air of confusion
Constant disappointment, it leaves no bruises.
He is the one for me,
Just call me Cupid.
In the past,
Both equally foolish,
Doing everything to resist but couldn’t refuse it,
Him against the world:
I’ll gladly choose him,
Been the potent potion to make me weak &
No one can dilute it.
So free my King from this battle,
Tell but do not tattle,
No longer feeling like a hassle,
Crowned me the Queen of his Spiritual castle,
This is graduation, please move your tassel,
I am the lucky winner,
& There was no raffle.