(Featuring Toni Braxton’s song titles)
lf you dream it—it will come
What am I dreaming and wishing for…
lf you dream it—it will come
What am I dreaming and wishing for…
Love—that’s
loyal and true
And not
just a Fairy Tale romance or a loose Love Affair
I want to
Find Me a Man that knows how to love
Make My Heart feel
something pure and rare
Not one
that’s going to have me on a Roller Coaster,
apologizing saying I didn’t mean to Hurt You.
In my unfortunate thoughts I Rewind and reminisce on a past love wanting to ask him Do You
Remember When I wanted to know from you How Could An Angel Break My
Heart; it was tragic but true. He had me in a state of just Coping in a bad
situation. No Way will I be Missin’ such a
trifling piece of Deadwood. Because of him I have to
wait for a real man to Unbreak My Heart and I Don’t Want
To have to wait. Why should I continue
being childish wondering Where Did We Go Wrong,
vacillating and contemplating Why Should I Care. I want
to be a Woman and stop Trippin’ over the
one that didn't know how to love; no longer begging him Please…Stay…Why Won’t You
Love Me. When will I realize his kind of love is so Yesterday?
If I Have to Wait, I’ll wait—because as long as I’m Still
Breathing, I have a chance for good quality love. The wrong boy took my
breath away, but when the right man walks into my life I will effortlessly Breathe Again; and
won’t have to sing Another Sad Love Song or wait Seven Whole
Days for a call that will never come. When he walks into my life,
I’ll hear him declaring softly and gently straight to my heart and soul...You Mean the
World to Me.
Right
now, he’s a beautiful faceless silhouette pouring his anonymous presence into
my heart. When I finally see him, I know I can confidently say Come On Over
Here. In the Late of Night, I’ll
look into his eyes by Candlelight, see the joy in his face
when I demonstrate how I can love him with my Hands Tied, whispering
to him over and over You’re Making Me High; high on a Good Life of love
that makes us both feel we're having The Time of Our Lives. He’ll
hold me like a Spanish Guitar and I’ll never have to proclaim He Wasn’t Man
Enough for Me because he loves me with The Art of Love. He
makes my Pulse beat in such rhythmic proportions it feels like a delightful Heart Attack. There's
no Sweat when it comes to this man, however, The Heat he brings makes my
temperature rise so high I need to Hit the Freeway to cool
off blissfully singing to him what a blessing that I Belong to You.
Such
gratifying love—so smooth and fluid we Let it Flow with
power and grace. I’ll never have to say Love Should Have Brought You
Home because he’s always there. I hear him Talking in
His Sleep whispering, darling, let me count How Many Ways
I love Spending My Time With You. We
joyfully let each other know There’s No Me
Without You. My Best Friend and everyone else will
know I Love Me Some Him. I won't be Sorry when I say to
him I Give U My Heart because his heart will forever
embrace My Heart. I will sincerely cherish The Little
Things he does as Long As I Live.
~Waking up—I Wish for a
true love just like that~
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