Isn't she lovely?
I mean she takes good care of me,
She's the shy-type
But whenever she's with me,
She walks so confidently.

Isn't she caring??
She doesn't just cook for me,
She does my laundry
Not that it's my priority,
Or a necessity...
She's just naturally angelic.

Where ever I am;
She's worried about how I'm fairing.
I can only imagine;
How well she'd make a good Mummy.
(I mean...)
She's got so much great qualities.

Isn't she lovely???
She really wants to see me succeed.
But then again;
Her friends & family
Are in a hurry
To get her married,
But not necessarily to me.
Where does that leave me??

Isn't she for me?
Well, the truth is quite scary.
For "time waits for no Man"
So I'm in a hurry...
Trying to crown the girl of my dreams,
Make her my queen...
But then again,
Unconditional Love changes definition
Because when it comes to men;
Love is often conditional.
Sometimes this makes me sick
Of being human.
Nevertheless,
I'm trapped in a stereotype
That barricades me
From every compassion,
Consideration,
Or true affection;
And I quote: "be a Man..."

Well,
I've been working tirelessly,
In order to make ends meet.
As well as making investments
That were out of my league, financially.
But I'm afraid;
That it'll take a little longer
For me to get ready...
Even though I doubt
That they'll ever accept me...

Don't get me wrong!
My heart is ready, But also heavy...
For the weight on my shoulders
Are extra-pounds heavier.
I know she wishes me well.
I know she loves me, genuinely.
But sometimes, I doubt that she truly
Wishes to be with me.
I know this isn't the kind of utterance
She'd expect from me.
If I pretend with everybody,
At least I owe myself some honesty.

The truth is;
Right now, More than ever
I feel like joy is around the corner
And the morning is drawing closer.

I said to her "I had a dream about us,
But somehow in the dream,
I couldn't touch you..."
And without hesitating,
She says to me "Maybe it's the reality"
Her response really saddened me
But maybe she was right.
Maybe this was a sign..
Even though,
I have no idea why I lied.
For every time I saw her in a dream,
We were holding hands tight.
I lied in search of a hidden truth,
A surveillance for my insight.
A sad discovery,
Yet it is my plight...

I have no control over destiny.
I notice "envy" in the eyes of our friends?
Like: "Damn, they're so lucky..."
(Chuckles)
If only they knew,
That we're just searching
For our "happy-ending"

One day she said to me
"Temi, Whatever happens don't forget me..."
Lol...
Sounds like a catch-phrase
From an epic movie.

Obviously;
I'm not quoting her for mockery.
But if there's something
I've learnt from all of this?
It's not to tie my "Happy-ending"
To the stereotypes people believe in...
Because "life must go on"
If she's eventually convinced
By her friends and family
That her "Happy-ending" isn't with me.
Everyone struggles to conquer time,
How ironic that we still fall victims.
Story, story; "Happy endings"