It’s far from a fantasy–for us to be together,
I’m writing this poem fatigued and under the weather.
The electricity to your plug, the coffee to your mug;
We playfight in the tub, because it’s all love.
The money, jewels, estates and cars don’t impress you;
A queen with will and drive, you recognize God has blessed you.
I’m the voice of reason when you’re grieving,
You stole my heart like you were thieving.
I add faith to every step; get you believing;
This is deeper than looks, cause looks are deceiving.
Wipe the tears from your eyes, you think I’m gonna meet my demise,
I guarantee you that my enemies will get hit by surprise.
But I’m not worried about weak, jealous haters,
I just want to spoil you and make more paper.
Chasing our dreams together, focused on this cheddar,
I solemnly swear there’s no couple better.
I met you when I first started stacking vertical,
I got busy jumping over the hurdles, eradicating my foes.
Being a boss is about rising to every challenge;
Upholding responsibilities, moving in silence, proving talent.
I didn’t mean to neglect you or redirect you,
I know how special it is to respect you.
Work is a cruel mistress that calls a lot;
Answering the money, plotting on deeper thoughts.
All I ask is that you weather the storm with me,
I swear we will get through it, swiftly.
The only real queen out here proving longevity;
This is the price I pay for impeccable brevity.
Building an empire, cause we’re royalty.
A high demand; a commodity like oil fees.
Nobody can stop us or top us;
People claim their in love, but it’s all lust.