If love was a woman, she would be tall,dark and beautiful; unlike others, PEER PRESSURE would not fuel d PRESSURE on her inside, cos the MEASURE of her TREASURE is in her SANITY and not in a VANITY to IMPRESS, to go nude on THE MEDIA so she could become famous by the help of THE PRESS.
But what if love was a woman, she would be KIND,cos the measure of her worth is far beyond Rubies,dwelling deep in the recess of her sound and beautiful MIND.
Well maybe love is not yet A WOMAN. She’s just a girl trying to find her way.
PERHAPS SOMEDAY, SHE WILL GROW INTO A WOMAN… MY WOMAN
Written and Composed by FleekDude