I Aint No Love Poet

I ain’t no love poet.
I’m falling for you but can’t put as beautifully as your words
Poems of heart strings and maestros demonstrated
A feeling getting deeper and deeper encapsulated
Ask my friends, I’m damn near emasculated
Cause I’m infatuated…
With you.
I ain’t no love poet.
Love poets always seemed deeper than me
Long lonely walks through the darkest recesses of the mind
With time and a third eye and the best some could think to write
Was some bullshit rhymes…
Something they thought was selfless or nice
Like…
“Sweet heart baby girl honey dip
I would lick your toes and drink you bath water?” bullshit
That’s why, I ain’t no love poet.
I’m not super naturally connected
Never truly heartbroken and rejected
But simply put, infected, with emotions for my selected
Beauty
So here forth, I can’t just tell you what you want to hear…
SO, I ain’t no love poet.
Still, I could say something selfless and nice
Like…
The beauty of the stars and skies
Envy the power and depth of your eyes
And given the chance
I would please your every fantasy
Romantically
And lick you dry…
But I ain’t no love poet.
I’m talking the fulfillment of prophesy
The establishment of legacy
An oath, that me and you are together.
Forever…
Never mind the bumpy roads or the weather
Cause I would do anything for you
I ain’t no love poet.
Once upon a time I planned to meet with destiny,
But I missed the date
So all I have is my words to relate and alleviate a ghetto mind state
And maybe, just maybe, hear you say
I love you
On that real shit
Not just that sweetheart baby boy honey dip
I would lick your toes and drink your bath water shit
I ain’t no love poet.
Cause love ain’t jus about fly conversation…
More than humorous vindication and physical infatuation
But truly…
Its spiritual justification…
It’s about creating something to live for
So our kids can see, hear, and be more
And SOAR…
I ain’t no love poet.
But you should know you’re my everything
And your heart plays a song I will ever sing
And although I can’t hold a note in a bucket
I’ll sing from New York to Nantucket
From California beaches to as far as the horizon reaches
From the tallest mountain to the lowest valley
To your momma daddy brother sister Uncle Jim and Aunt Sally
To doctors, lawyers, judges, preachers, teachers
To coaches, to players
To lovers, to haters
To whoever will listen and not just hear,
Cause these words were conceived in love and not fear
And that’s real shit
Not that sweetheart baby girl honey dip
I would lick your toes, and drink your bathwater bull shit
And the fact I couldn’t stay serious…
Is the real reason I ain’t no love poet