4~ Prince of Poetry

My Favorite Love song…
Well, if you read my 1st question’s answer…this should come as no surprise. I’ve written a short prose to speak what it means to me…and then took the liberty of highlighting the parts of the song that break me down…every time.
I love this song…
reminds me of the first time…
every time
lyrics so illustrious
full of metaphor
extremist expression and intent…
it felt like Prince
wrote this with me in mind
for the day
when my first time
would arrive…
slow lulling melodies
keys of percussion
a deep heartbeat
disguised as drums
a man
professing how in love he is
using poetry
upon notes
and wails of sweet serenade
to display the mere
of his affections
his unwillingness to go away
the truth
he’ll do whatever
to keep forever
my FAVORITE song
of all time…

Until the end of time I'll be there for you
You own my heart and mind - I truly adore you
If God one day struck me blind
Your beauty I'd still see (your beauty I'd still see)
Love's too weak to define - Just what you mean to me
From the first moment I saw you
Ooh, I knew you where the one
That night I had to call you
I was rappin' till the sun came up
Tellin' you just how fine you look
In a word, you were sex
All of my cool attitude you took

My body was next - you made love to me
Like you where afraid Was you afraid of me?
Was I the first? Was I your every fantasy?

That's why
Until the end of time I'll be there for you
You own my heart and mind
I truly adore you
If God one day struck me blind
Your beauty I'd still see
Love's to weak to define
Just what you mean to me
When we be makin' love
I only hear the sounds
Heavenly angels cryin' up above
Tears of joy pourin' down on us
They know we need each other
They know you are my fix
I know, that you know I ain't cheatin' baby
They know this is serious
I ain't funkin' just for kicks, no
This condition I got is crucial, ahh crucial baby
You could say that I'm a terminal case
You could burn up my clothes
Smash up my ride, (well maybe not the ride)
But I got to have your face
All up in the place
I'd like to think that I'm a man with exquisite taste
(I'm a man I'm exquisite)
A hundred percent Italian silk imported Egyptian lace
Nothin' baby, I said nothin' baby could compare
(Nothin could compare) to your lovely face (to your lovely face)
Do you know what I'm sayin' to you this evening?
I'm tryin', tryin' to say
I'm just tryin' to say
That until, until the end of time

I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
You own my heart, own my mind (darling u)
I truly adore you (darlin')
You don't know what you mean to me
Girl, (until the end of time)
Girl, (I'll be there for you)
Girl you, (you own my heart and mind)
'Til the end of time I'll be there for you
(I truly adore you)
Adore you (adore you)
Can I talk to you? {{chorus repeated in background}}
Tell you what you mean to me
Every time you wander
I'll be your eyes so you can see
I wanna show you things
That I show no other, I wanna be
More than, more than your mother
More than your brother
I wanna be (like no) like no other
If you need me, I'll never leave
I know, that you know, without you there is no me
There is no me
Without you there is no sea
There is no shore
Love is to weak to define how much I adore

You, child
You, child
The last words you hear The last words you hear
(Until the end of time)
I'll be there for you, baby

(Until the end of time)
Be with me darlin' til the end of time (until the end of time)
I'll give you my heart - I'll give you my mind
I'll give you my body (until the end of time)
I'll give you my time (until the end of time)
(Until the end of time)
For all time I am with you
You are with me
(Until the end of time)
You are with me, you are with me

1~ Adore

First Love (of course!)…what they meant/mean to you…

I can’t listen to Adore without thinking of SB. They go hand in hand. He really was my first love. We grew up together and honestly, I followed him around until it was no longer cute to do so. Once we stopped “playing”…we began something else…

I lost my virginity early. I was 13 and he was 16. Not the ideal age to begin exploring sex…but it happened. I don’t regret him though. Even though, I know there was some juvenile insecurities involved behind his reasoning for not wanting people to know we were sexing…I’m still grateful that I gave myself to someone who basically cared for me. I blame his “shame” on youthful pride and caring way too much about what his friends would think (even though at one time or another they all tried to get some). I didn’t have to worry about my name being dragged through the bowels of the projects’ halls…”Kali’s a slut…” or some shit like that. He remained my one and only until I was 20yrs old…and I’m proud of that.

He and I are still cool. He’s on my Facebook page, has my number and from time to time we talk or text. He’s never gonna be my “brother” again…but, he’s always gonna be my boo.

Oh…he never DID give me back my Prince cassette. LOL