Butterflies


He gives me butterflies,
A mysterious type of guy,
It's all in everything that he do,
He makes me change my whole attitude,
An imperfectionn type of dude.
He loves everything about his black queen,
In and out and everything in between.
Her holds me close to his heart like no other,
Makes my heart feel untroubled.
Letting go of my fears and suspicions,
He never leaves me hoping and wishing.
Asking God what did I do to deserve him,
His light shines bright never dull or dim,
What a handsome black man he is to me,
Make sure his woman's heart feels full and free.
Never will I try to disguise,
Cause that man of mine gives me butterflies.

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