My love is too complex and charismatic to have thrown back on my face.
My love is too anointed and fundamental to be faked.
My love is too profound, too loud, too child bearing proud to be left flaked in middle place to have thrown back on my face.
My love is too expensive, too submissive, too full of attention, too important to have unappreciative ears listen.
My love is too beautifully new, too tenderly fallen and wet like morning dew.
My love is too fearfully hidden, too flattering and filtered, too gravitational, too depicted, too remarkably created for visions to have perverted by tension.
My love is too open to wait in complacent prisons.
My love is too peacefully written to be sold as fiction.
My love is way too cocoa rooted deep, too admittedly sweet, too wisely framed and warmly baked to have thrown back on my face.
My love is too epic too stocked with blessings to have anyone benefit from it after they neglect it.
My love is too ME to be compared, conformed, criticized, corrected, controlled or carried in cabbage crates to have thrown back on my face.
My love IS too…
How bout you???
Great song – really nice lyrics 🙂
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My Love… YES IT IS!!!
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