Bearing His Seed in Me

have you...
have you ever....
have you ever been in the position to believe in love, again?

brought with the proposition of, "I know what to do with a girl like you,"
I'm was interested in his task, because surely he, even then, wasn't sure
matured like the wine aged in at least a century, I find him devine in taste because his smoothness is real
opened to hear his blessings, I found that with each conversation, he planted a seed
opened to hear his blessings, I found that with every praise of me, he waters the soil
opened to hear his blessings, I found that with the critiques, he continued to watch my growth bloom
opened to hear his blessings, I found that with every to make me smile, the sunshine gave me hope

bearing his seed is like watching him grow
his talent
his love
his motivation
his very existence
just completing the tasks that God set him to do, he continues to make sure I'm on top of my game
bearing his seed is like watching me become his future
not saying that I'm his bride to be, but I see that he has groomed me in a way in which he understands
from my writings, and every dramatic way I speak, he's in me
while he's in me, I know that I will constantly bear his seed

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