I May Be the One.

The first time I saw you boy, my heart skipped a beat.
I liked your style, how you spoke and I couldn't wait to meet.
You looked my way, and suddenly, I felt everything around me go silent.
But I knew that I would have to keep my feelings private.

We never spoke, but I always stared, I couldn't help myself.
Your features were amazing, like a precious doll upon a shelf.
I remember thinking, "Damn, I love to get to know him.
I'd be great for that fine black soilder, I just have to show him."

In class there was a discussion, and I eased my way within the talk,
And when you spoke to me, I nearly fainted, I hadn't expected that at all.
So shy was I but finally I spoke right back to you,
And now, you're always on my mind; I don't know what to do.

I asked if you had a girlfriend, and you replied with a no,
You said you're sick of all the little girlish games they play before they act like a bunch of ho's.
I couldn't help but think that I could change your mind,
And eventually have a day that I could finally call you mine.

You talk to me with such passion, your voice is so deep and strong,
But when I'm home alone and think about it, I wonder if I'm doing something wrong.
How can we laugh so much, and get along to great?
And how can we do the things we do, but still not be mates?

"Woman," you say to me, I love when you call me that,
These other girls ain't got nothing on me, and even you know that.
I'm waiting patiently for you, to finally come around.
Because deep inside, I feel that, someone special I've finally found.

Friends we have become, but I'd love so much more.
I know you feel me on some type of level, you just don't want to open that door.
We've chilled, we've kissed, we've done it; and all of it was fun.
Boyy, you have no idea, I swear, for you, I just might be the one.