At first, everything was good.
We created joy by being in love.
Then the facade came down.

Reality set in before us.
And we soon saw love wasn't that fantasy of dreams we thought it was.

We begin to see each other ways.
Some worth the trouble.
Other having us thinking why bother?

Arguments started.
And honestly many was strictly minor.
More like us just seeking something to say.

To rile one another.
This, we were great at?
Then why we together images came rushing back?

And once they did?
I started smiling all over again.
There's something special about you.

For, a second?
I thought I was in love.
Then I woke up?
But, boy what a dream it was?

She was picture perfect in various ways.
Built to look at and enjoy for many days.
Then I woke up.
And there you were.
And I try to imagine her once more.

All because she was wonderful.
Then I realize at the last minute.
In my eyes, you're more beautiful.
Attitude and all.

Many in church advise, preach what type woman you should get?
A church one.
Sounds good.
Sounds really good.
Except you know your type?
And should seek that type.

We all can clean up what we mess up?
But when it comes to love this your choice.
No one has more pressure upon them than a minister kid.
Their parents dictate constantly to them.
It's more about the image of the title.

So follow your choice.
We all have regrets in our lives.
And that also deals with your type choice of a woman.

Well, this goes for guys too ladies.

I said the N-word and caught so much flap.
I never call you the N-word again, if I constantly got to defend myself.

I meant nice and suddenly someone going to tell me what I meant?
I have no time for this nonsense.
Sometimes niggling can be so trifling.

I give you a nod.
You still control my heart.

I still see in you.
What I saw in you then?
You saw in me.
What I seen in you?

I still adore you.
Like I admire you then.
You admire me.
Like I adore you too.

I still call you lovable and adorable.
You still call me huggable and gullible.
Which I am.

These twisted words have me twisted around.

If, we gonna build a foundation?
Then we must be realistic about it.
But you're trapped in a world of may believe.

Like you an actress appearing on a show based around true reality.

You're not one of those showboating actress seeking attention.
Except, you think you are.
You even drew a fake Hollywood star.
In this case, you sketched it around my heart.

So when you come to your senses and ready for life.
Just alert me because I will still be waiting upon you.

Realistically, love.
When you all into me and I'm all into you emotionally.
Yes, it's loverealistically.

No longer am I searching, searching for a lover.
You're the best I have had ever.
You leave dreams.
Things to still accomplished in my imagination.

And you best believe, mines not running away from me.
Like the Temptations sings.
Or when Rose Royce sings about dreams passing by.

And there's no revolution here.
Cause we sharing loverealistically in depth.
If we are close to being any type of rebel.
It's only when the two of us together.