THE ONLY ONE...

I remember when I first laid eyes on her,
By her beauty I was stunned, so my whole being came to a stand still as I stared at her,
I recall when we first hugged, our bodies so close, the warmth of her skin brought comfort to my cold soul,
And on the night of our honey moon, as we first united, the purity of her virginity brought satisfaction to my body, spirit and soul,
She is my precious jewel of inestimable value,
Our vows at the altar I will never undo,
So, this Valentine, I want her to know she is The Only One that gives my life its essence,
The Only One whose appearance captures the quintessence of elegance,
I want her to know that she will always be my heart,
And faithful lovers we shall remain, never torn apart,
For she is to me, The Only One,

Baby, this Valentine,
I want you to know that you'll always be mine,
For as long as I live, even beyond death, you'll always be to me The Only One,
I'm grateful to God for you, I'm so grateful that your precious heart, I won,
For in the midst of many suitors, you made me the fairest,
So I would always take you to heart, and you will remain my dearest,
And in the multitude of pretty women, you would forever be to me, The Only One,
So let time stop, let space halt, even if my world comes tumbling down, I would hold you close, for you are to me, The Only One,
Baby, this Valentine,
I want you to know, I'll always love you and you'll always be mine,
I'll buy you gifts; diamonds, pearls, flowers, gems, and every and any treasure I can give and buy,
For you are my one and only one, whose love, beauty and personality, money cannot buy,
I love you honey, and you would always be to me, The Only One.


Copyright Lysious 2011. All rights reserved.

IF CUPID WAS THE JUDGE...

The world was never in support of our union,
There were the prejudices, the criticisms, the skepticism, and then religion,
Family deserted us and left us alone,
Even close friends wouldn't accept us, their hearts hard as stone,
We were treated like outcasts, and what was our crime? Being in love,
But in the midst of all these I was sure, we were together for a reason, and our love was from above,
So I held unto you,
But as I reminisced about these events in our lives, and all that has happened between me and you,
I thought within myself; if we were summoned to the Love Court, and Cupid was the judge,
I believe his verdict would have been "guilty", for we were both guilty of only one crime, the crime of true love,
 But we would have been discharged and acquitted, or may be sentenced to life in "lovement"
I guess only Cupid would have understood,

Baby, we live in a world where the free flow of love has been stifled by the cruel and cold hands of discrimination,
We live in a universe where the freedom of true love has been stolen by the criminal and corrupt arms of segregation,
The society pretends it doesn't care, but when the force of love transcends the borders of religion and race to unite two people,
It jumps on them, and tries to tear and pull down the walls of their love, jeopardize and bastardize the state of their union, to make it cripple,
But if Cupid was the judge, I know he would have sentenced us to a world of lovers,
For committing the crime of love, a world where true lovers abide forever, together,
A world where we are free to fall in love and love one another,
So, I guess only Cupid would understand,

For if Cupid was the judge, our race and religion wouldn't matter,
If Cupid was the judge our nationalities wouldn't hold any water,
If Cupid was the judge our differences wouldn't matter, and our love wouldn't suffer,
Really if Cupid was the judge it wouldn't matter if you were black and I was white,
If Cupid was the judge it wouldn't matter if you were Anglican and I was Presbyterian, right?
So, I guess only Cupid would understand...

IS THIS FEELING MUTUAL?

You knew when I said I wanted to be a friend,
I was only trying to get to know you, I really wanted to be a lover that will stay till the end,
You knew when I sent you diamonds, pearls and flowers,
I wasn't just tickling your fancy, I was trying to get your attention, so I can rain my love upon you in showers,
So baby, cut to the chase, and let me know if this feeling is mutual or not,
For as much as I know, and I really know, my love for you is like a blazing fire, so red and hot,

I buy you clothes, rings and earrings, take you out on dates and give you lifts,
On your birthday, I send you cards, roses and gifts,
I'm really not running a charity organization, neither am I trying to be Mr. Clause,
So, girl, please tell me what your heart is feeling, so I could decide my next move; to press play or pause,
'Cos I'm like an archer on a mission, your soul is my target, and the Bull's eye is your precious heart,
I want to establish with you, a bond so strong, we can never be torn apart,
So girl, please quit dilly-dallying, cut to the chase, and let me know if this feeling is mutual or not,
For as much as I know, and I really know, my love for you is like a blazing fire, so red and hot,

I'm ready to die for you,
I'm ready to be there for you,
I'm prepared to take a bullet for you,
And I wouldn't mind catching a grenade for you,
And when I do, I wouldn't throw it back,
I promise to always have your back,
You are beautiful both on the outside and in side, I think you are the one for me,
And I have a feeling that within your heart is a place I want to be,
But baby, am still confused as to what your mixed signals say,
So please cut to the chase, and lead me unto a clear way,
And let me know if this feeling is mutual or not,
For as long as I know, and I really know, my love for you is like a blazing fire, so red and hot,
I've proven my self and it now depends on you...

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TWO OF US TOGETHER...

Life is never fair,
Sometimes it hurts us so bad and leaves us bare,
And even in our best strides we still break down and cry,
It is perplexing, a puzzle to which I do not have an answer, so don't as me why,
But, baby, in the midst of our struggles, and troubles,
One thing is guaranteed-if we stay together, just the two of us by each other, we would make it through every hustle and bustle ,
'Cos with you by my side, I will survive,
And with your presence in my life, I will always keep hope alive,

My dearest, I thank you for loving me,
Thank you for believing in me,
Thank you for accepting me with my every fault,
And forgiving me when I fell short,
You picked me up when I fell, and gave me a second chance,
You answered when I called, even though I broke your heart in the first instance,
So now that my life is being jostled by life's storms,
And I almost sinking, loosing my form,
I'm asking you to please stay with me, 'cos two of us together, make an unbeatable team,
And with you by my side, I know I would make it to the end of the tunnel and catch a glimpse of victory's beam,

For I remember when I first met you,
You told me all you wanted was a man that would love you for you,
You were ready to abide with me through the honey and the money, to be my one and only,
And you were prepared to remain with me when it gets tough, and I'm left lonely,
But when our paths crossed, I had nothing to present,
I was optimistic, but my poverty was more realistic, so true love was my only present,
And on the day of our anniversary, I couldn't buy you diamonds and pearls, but you didn't mind, you knew it will only get better,
So, when every one else saw bleakness in my future, you saw a glorious picture, bigger and brighter,
And when I finally rose to the top, I turned around and behold you were by me,
But now that the going is getting tougher, all I'm asking is for you to remain with me,
As you have always done,
For I know that with two of us together, standing by each other, the victory will be won.
I love you.

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LOVE IN WINTER...

Snow flakes falling,
Cold winds blowing,
Trees and leaves, dried and wilting,
It's Winter, and every one seeks the warmth of Summer,

But as I look around, the roads covered in white,in a pile,
Cars stuck in the snow, trying to wad through the white, to the next mile,
I am reminded that sometimes, like Winter, my life becomes cold,
Sometimes the flakes of troubles and struggles leave me shivering and cold,
Baby, it's at such a time as this that I need your love,

I need your love in the winter of my life,
When the blizzard and snow storms of hardship and challenges descend on me with strife,
When I am trying so hard to wad through the pile of fallen "snow of slowness", and I'm stuck,
When in the process of my motility through the unpaved path of my life, I hit a rock,
When every one else seem to have left me in the cold and loneliness of my Winter season,
Baby, I would need you to keep warm and strong as I press on with reason,

So, this is my proposal: please be bye me in the Spring of my life,
When all around me is green, clean, and blossoming; and I'm looking so alive,
Continue with me when my Summer comes, and the heat of things set me on a glorious adventure,
When there is so much joy and celebration in the air of my life, and all I see is a bright future and a sunny picture,
And please don't desert me when my Winter comes and I'm stuck in the snow storm of challenges,
When my progress slows down, my green turns to brown and my clean becomes dirt, and I can't make any changes,
Please be my Love in the Winter of my life,
Keeping me warm and strong, helping me stay alive.

WHAT MATTERS MOST...

So sharp like I'm blade, popping in my shades, clothes so "designers", looking very nice,
Living very large, my mansion on a 16-acre expanse, cruising in my Porsche, my life sweeter than sugar and spice,
A money hero, writing checks with a whole lot of zeros,
Money so "many", I have it many, this is not funny, like the capital of money, I conquered poverty like Cairo,
But in the midst of all of these, I ask, "Are these really What Matter Most?"
Or is there more to life than these?

For I rather be the hope of the helpless babies,
Than the titillation of desperate ladies,
So, I ask again, "What Matters Most?",
To expend money selfishly on myself, looking like I'm straight from GQ magazine,
While others roam the streets with nothing to eat, not even a dime?
To rule a the top, not considering those at the bottom, basking in the fame and power I now possess,
Forgetting where I once was, while others gifted and talented like myself , waste away without a chance to show their prowess,
I want to be on radio,
Ruling the airwaves, like a king of the stereo,
Yes, I want to be on T.V,
Own my own show like Mrs. Winfrey,
I want to be a media mogul,
Be the people's idol,
So I work very hard, never staying idle,
But then I pause to ask, "is that What Matters Most?"
Or is there more to life than these?

Would I exchange my soul for wealth,
Living life without a single thought of death?
Would I exchange high ratings for bad and degrading content,
Would I tell the people what they want to hear and not what they need to hear, with intent?
Would I fold my arms and watch many die unfulfilled without realizing their full potentials, ever?
Would I rock designer shoes, while many walk bare-footed in the hot, scorching sun of the summer?
And yet I say, "I'm living the dream"
Would I live in a mansion, totally indifferent to the others plight,
While many lie out in the cold of the winter, with no shelter in sight?

Really, What is it that Matters Most to You?
The fame, the wealth, the accolade, and the acquaintance of a powerful crew,
For I realize that when we are faced with death,
Our lives hanging on a thread, we are almost out of breath,
Then all the things on which we lay utmost importance, become irrelevant,
All the materialism unto which we hold with tenacity, becomes insignificant,
All we become concerned about is our soul,
To make it alive becomes our only goal,
It tells me that above all the fading materialism of this world and the vanity of our mortality,
Is our soul, our final destination and eternity,
So, I ask; when the curtain is drawn, and your work here is done,
And you appear before the almighty, what shall be your story; What Really Matters Most to You?

HOW BIG IS GOD?

As I reminisce about some of the old Christian songs we sing,
I'm reminded of one that says "we serve a very big God",
But as I consider the lyrics of that song, within my heart I could hear a thought ring;
A God that created the heavens and the earth must be a very big God,
So, here goes the question, "How Big is God?",

When I consider the depth of the Atlantic and the width of the Pacific,
As I look across the Himalayas, and gaze in awe at Mt. Everest, within me, a feeling is specific;
It's a feeling that leaves me awe-struck, and amazed,
Then I stare into the vegetative complexities of the Rain forest zones in my mind's eye, and I become dazed,
Just immediately, that thought is re-awakened-a God that created all these must be a very big God,
And the question remains, "How Big is this God?"

After much meditation, cogitation and contemplation, there is a revelation;
Within me as to how big this God is, the glory of His might has filled my comprehension,
The purity of his personality, and the mystery of his divinity,
Is beyond the realm of man's mortality,
Did you get the picture yet? Stay with me,

He is a God so big, he holds the sands of the seashores in the palm of his hands,
He is a God so big, he measures the span of the firmaments with the breadth of his hands,
A God so big, he sits on His throne and yet the whole world is before him,
A God so big the seas and waters are parted by the blast of his nostrils,
Yet, some still ask, "How Big is God?",

And I tell them, this God is so big, he is at every place at the same time, so I call Him Omnipresent,
He is so big, that even the mysteries of science to Him are simple, so I call Him Omniscient,
Listen, this God is so big, his more powerful than the most powerful, so I call Him the Omnipotent,
In case you are still asking, "How Big is God?",
Look no further, for here is your answer;
This God of whom I speak turns the gigantic forest trees into dancers,
As they sway from side to side by the wave of his hands,
Ah! This God is so big that the hills and the mountains respond in one band,
And mother earth quakes, when they hear the sound of His voice,
But, my joy about this God is that in spite of his size and might,
He still hears me when I call in the middle of the night,
He still dwells in the body of an infinitesimal me, by His spirit,
He still loves me and cares about my soul and spirit,
He still hears me when I call, and picks up when I fall,
Now you know that this God is big enough to fill the expanse of the earth with his presence,
And yet wonderful enough to occupy the small space within my entity with His spirit and presence,
Hallelujah!