You have gotta lose your pride.
You have gotta lose your mind,
Just to find your peace of mind.
You have got to trust the signs. Everything will turn out fine.
So why aren’t you smiling? "
As seductive as honey,
Simple as cartoons,
Complex as politics,
Soothing as jazz tunes,
As free as blue skies,
Nostalgic as Sunday afternoons
When the family would discuss rumors:
The ones to believe, the ones to not consume,
As beautiful as poetic sunsets
You know, the ones God painted on his own:
Oranges, reds, purples, and blues,
Rare as diamonds and stones,
The kinda woman that makes you wanna learn an instrument
Just to make her a song,
A song that’s worthy for a Queen
As she loves you from her throne.