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The Passionate Writer to His Love
by: Quintus Havis

(Based off of the Passionate Shepherd to His Love.)

Come to me, my love, and be mine, mine, mine
Stay awhile, and listen to the heartfelt proposal in my rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
I love you with all my being, you are my heart's only desire
Our passion is an inferno, I only want you to yield to the fire

I won't make promises, I'll only tell you this certainty
If you doubt everyone else, you'll never need to question my loyalty
I'll stay by your side whether the sky is sunny or dark
I'll always be willing to help; If you need to cross the sea, I'll build an ark

Come to me, my love, and be mine, mine, mine
I'll understand if you say you need more time, time, time
Good things are worth waiting for, and Sweetheart, you're the best
But don't fight your battles too hard; Come back to me if you need to rest

I want to take care of you, bring you breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed
I'll wash the dishes, and I'll make certain you've got a fluffed pillow under your head
If you get sick, I'll make a fuss and become your doctor and nurse
Hell, if we go shopping, I'll even happily hold your bags and purse

Come to me, my love, and enter my heartfelt embrace
Press your lips against mind and let's take leave of this place
When it's you and I, we enter a world built by our hearts' desire
Sustained by respect and understanding, and warmed by our love's blazing wildfire

Come to me, my love, and let's stay in our private paradise
The sun may not always shine there, but I promise everything will turn out nice
Whatever trouble comes, I garauntee things will be all right
You're the queen of my heart, so let me be your shining knight

Random thought...
Did'ja ever stop to think...That I'm old enough to go to war, but I ain't old enough to drink?
TuPac Shakur, "Black Cotton"
Black Cotton!

Steady stressin'! Smith and Wessons! Count my blessin's!
Class is in session! The worst question is the first question!

Why do we work like slaves? Sweat n' blaze to an early grave,
Never got paid but still we slave! (In the nine tre'!)

Answer that, then answer this too-
Loves gonna get ya! You know it's true; life's a bitch, true,
You best to backtrack and try to act black and live,
Not to be phony and positive but why be negative?

What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue?
Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?)
Dum dum diddy is it me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets!
If not peace then at least let's get a piece!
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased.
Lookin' through my highschool yeeaarbook,
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took...

One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF!
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot...

God come save the misbegotten...
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton... (In God's eyes)

"Some people are stupid, and most people need to stay out of my way. The only remedy for either problem is their death."

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