Quality

okay as i sip my ginger tea and listen to lupe fiasco sunshine
i begin to remember when my sun would shine bright...and i begin to miss her
i begin to miss the good quailty of woman and begin to remember how i would sit up and just imagine a woman...My Dream Girl My Princess My Queen My REAL WOMAN....i mean where do i begin i feel as though she has fallen from the pedastol men have once put her on.In her own right yes she has begun to deteriorate from within herself and has caused her soul to become tainted with these illusions of grandeur and a life style that is in no way possible and shouldnt even be acceptable by any woman with with standing morals and character.For me it speaks to me how a woman carries herself.My Queen will never be spoken to or even speak or look at herself in such a way where as she feels remorse or any type of feelins towards her apperance...for she will hold her head up high and pay not regard to these false hope filled women...she will walk with the mind of a worldleader and the grace of a single white dove for her feather shall not flutter nor shall they be faultier as the move strong towards the mountain which i call true love and happiness...where she can rest her wings and enjoy her place as ruler of her empire where we shall grow and flurish as one...now i knowthis may sound like a fairytale or some sort of extreme type of game but man...when you think about who doesnt want a woman who is determined goal oriented knows what she wants and will not stop until she gets it...and if you and her are chasing the same thing i mean come on do you or even can u imagine the impact you will have on each others lifes?

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