I am asking you.
Not, not telling you.
But asking you to get to know me.
Before you explore me physically.

Know my likes.
And my dislikes.
Know what impress me.
When you get to know me.

Know my dreams.
Know my heart.
Know my goals way down to my soul.

Whenever anyone ask about me?
You know the answer.
And i guarantee it leaves a good impression.

Truth is, I love you.
Probably, truly be lost without you.
You motivate me.
Truth is, you wanted and needed.

Many of us goes through life without admitting the one we adore, and love is important.
Truth is, we do.

Truth is, two together creates happiness more than one.
Also build a stronger bond of protection.
Love was created for personal satisfaction.

Truth is, exactly what it is?
I love you.
And truth exactly what it is?

Love is even mentioned in scriptures.
We see it in books and various pictures.

Remember, who you turned too?
When you were hurting?
And told all your trouble too.

It was this guy you didn't have a care for.
But here you were telling me, just telling me what was hurting you.
And remember who?

You still lean upon.
And I standby with open arms.
This was the moment you grew in love.

Strange, how love works.
Yeah, strange how love grows.

Somethings in life, we just don't see.
And this was one of those moment that even shocked me.
And it strange, how love works.
Strange, how love grows.

I was that still guy you never imagine being yours.
And it's strange, so strange.
Yes, strange, so strange.

Maybe, it's just me.
But then I accept that too.
I want my type of love made just for me.

And any problems that might come.
I can't say I want it like yours.
Because yours might have different kinds of problems.

I want the warmth, the kindness, the admiration.
I want the lost in emotions that affects only me.
I want that sensual, passionate and maybe a little submissive lover.
One thing for sure they know how to please.

Then maybe this just me that want to be embraced this way.
One that once blessed I constantly giving God praise.
I want my type of love.

Why?
Because it's beautiful.

You say you're looking for love.
Well, I'm here.
What are you waiting for?

Oh, like many you seek a perfect man.
The one many gripes and complains about.
Not all perfect men great.

You say, you want to be safe and secured.
Well, I'm here.
What are you waiting for?

Some of those that you have overlooked just might have been your blessing.
Your treasure going forth.
Most men get attacked after the relationship falls apart.

You cry and speak about a sad affair.
But skips and delete your part of the trouble.
Well, I'm here.