Personally, the girl is fire
But she can't erase your image from my mind.
She asks, not to tell her that I love her so.
But I wouldn't if I could.

For she not you.
And besides, I am not trying to be rude.
She knows you let a lingering impression within my heart.

For her to erase it she gonna have to try hard.
But she can't because she not you.
You were something special deep within me.

Since you been gone.
I have felt all alone.
Then one day I moved on.--with my life
Seeking to have an enjoyable life.

But with you missing nothing seems to be right.
And although there have been many since you.
I keep coming back to knowing--she is not you.

Originally written 6/24/1983 copyrighted by Conyers

Halt!
Stop!
An upfront directive from an officer.

You panic and run.
The officer pulled his weapon and fire.
Soon comes the noise from the complaining crowd.

Think?
Then put yourself in a different situation.

You held hostage with a few.
The suspect with the gun gives precise directives to you.

Shut up!
Be quiet!
Next one that talks I'm shooting.

You failed to adhere to the suspect's orders and speak.
He pulls the trigger upon his weapon.
Then come opinions.

If they had been quiet?
He might not have shot them.

Think?
Orders from those in charge just might save your life.

Oh, I'm reachin'
Reachin' for that one that captured my imagination.
Yes, I'm reachin'

I said I'm reachin'
Reachin' for the one that captured my heart.
Yes, just reachin'

Here inside me, I am motivated to push on(push on)
And let them know I was wrong.
To let them float onto a path of mysteries.
When they were upfront about loving me?

So I'm reachin'(just reachin')
For this love that simply not a dream.
But hold a special place within me.

Because daily upon every minute they controlling my dreams.

Maybe they will ben to let me back in.
Then maybe I must keep trying until I finally end.

Miss me?
Show me?
And gifts doesn't cut it.

Love me?
Well, prove it.
Let me see it in your action.

Flowers works wonders for many.
I am not that one.
Flowers eventually die out and then the reasons become numb.

Adore me?
We will see?
But know it doesn't take much to make me happy.

I am not a materialistic being.
They without substance mostly.
They the type constantly trying to impress another.

Love never took wealth.

Halt!
Stop!
An upfront directive from an officer.

You panic and run.
The officer pulled his weapon and fire.
Soon comes the noise from the complaining crowd.

Think?
Then put yourself in a different situation.

You held hostage with a few.
The suspect with the gun gives precise directives to you.

Shut!
Be quiet!
Next one that talks I'm shooting.

You failed to adhere to the suspect's orders and speak.
He pulls the trigger upon his weapon.
Then come opinions.

If they had been quiet?
He might not have shot them.

Think?
Orders from those in charge just might save your life.

Pick up that pen or pencil and explore your creative side.
Writing that poetry of love that moves you inside.
And the greatest thing about poetry?
It doesn't even have to rhyme.

It could be about love, war, or peace.
Or address the injustice that we see in the streets.
One thing for sure, it shows the creativity operating in your brain.

The poetry of love to many is a serious thing.
And again, it can address so many of things.

Heartache, heartbreak, you know that hurtful pain.

Even this havoc politics we see.

Be brave, be true express that deep motivation of originality in your brain.

This love?
That I feel within.
Will protect you from the beginning to the end.

This heart?
That beats for you.
Will always continue too.

This man?
That stands before you.
Will forever be by your side during the bad and good times.

We will face every obstacle and succeed.
In no way whatsoever will we be defeated?

Because of this love?
That I feel within.
Will protect you to the very end-Have I fail you yet?

This heart?
That beats for you.
Will forever, forever, forever continue too.