Love, not rap
I woke up to an empty bed
looked out the window, last night I dread
I see the essence of life instead
I am hollow without my best friend
She is the one, she is the life
The life that keeps my heart beating
She is the princess, the lovely one
The beautiful flower beyond repeating
She is the flow, the very wave
The tide of substantial deviation
As the crest comes to and fro
She reminds me of my trepidation
I need to stand up and be a man
Without any thought of possible failure
For she is the one that makes me alive
And I am the one who truly loves her
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