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Made To Love You


I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what Love is
I know you can show me…

I have loved not once, not twice, but it never felt this right. This is different. This is special. This is an I-hate-how-much-I-love-you kinda love. It’s love with no boundaries, love that has engulfed us into this big bubble, such that we can’t tell the difference between yours and mine. This love is crazy. Crazy in a good way. They say home is where the heart is, I think home is where you can be crazy and still be accepted. You are my home.

Everything feels so right with you, like the perfect shoe in the perfect size. Snuggly and warm, beautiful and comfortable. That’s how it feels when we lie together. My head on your chest, moving each beat, listening to the rhythm of your heart
This is perfect. Not because we are perfect, we’re far from that. Not because you can finish my sentences or I can tell your thoughts. Not because our friends and family say we are inseparable. I’m sure you are waiting to know why we are. Truth be told, I have no idea. But I know the only synonym my mind churns out when I think “perfect” is us. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

A few weeks ago, I realized I don’t like Teem. It’s really horrible. But still I find myself drawn to it anytime I order a meal at the cafeteria. See what you’ve taught me. Your ways have become my ways. I love when you make me laugh when you’re making no attempt to be funny. I dress up like a queen so I’ll make my king proud of me. I love being your arm-candy. I love you my sugar-daddy.

I hear how they bad-mouth us, saying things about us out of jealousy and spite. Sometimes I want to turn back and spit in their faces, but you pull me along and their voices all fade away . You are like the wind, you don’t listen to the words people say or make your decisions based on what will please the crowd. Teach me. Teach me to love like you. Teach me how to turn a deaf ear and a blind eye to the outside. Teach me to love you like you love me.

Take me to the one who taught you the ways to a woman’s heart. Maybe he might have a few tips for me. I want to learn the secrets of love. For me. For you. For us.
So I can stand tall and strut like a peacock basking in the knowledge that nothing and no one can snatch you away from my arms because I know what no one else else knows. Because I know how to love you.

Even when the money is all piled up in bank vaults, and the cars have littered the garage; when our arthritic joints can no longer bear the weight of our backs and life’s beauty seems to be slowly fading away, I’ll rest in the peace of knowing that I have you. I’ll rest knowing that I fulfilled the purpose of my existence.

Because I was made to love you.

— Rolayo (@pizzazz890)

5 thoughts on “Made To Love You”

  1. lol! Awon original lofers
    “Take me to the one who taught you the ways to a woman’s heart”, this reminds me of the sweet mouth of Bilbo when faced with Smaug.
    GOOD piece!


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