You know you are in love with your Man

You know you are in love with your man,
when you stop comparing him to every man on the scene.
Many lady friends I hear binge on their men.
Like dieting on again and off again one after another.
Thinking their man will cure all their ills like a pill.
While other women as they hang out there wash leave their men hanging out to dry.
Being in Love with your man is not like that at all.

Refrain: You know you are in “”love”” with your man:
When you are forever changing like the wind and he still smitten like a mitten.
Comfortable and warm and it does not cross your heart to exchange him in.
He is my tonic and I am his gin and we do not even drink my friends.
 
Always wondering will he be there in a bind.
Leaving behind a path of secret fears like breadcrumbs for him to fine.
The magical power of his “”Love”” as he listens to them and turns them around,
He is changing them with a few precious words like diamonds that glisten and are as defined as they fall back to the recess of your mind.
Then out of blue when you are in a crisis he says ““I love you.””
Leaving you mellowed sharing the “”love”” along the way not as one, now we are union.

Refrain: You know you are in “”love”” with your man:
When you are forever changing like the wind and he still smitten like a mitten.
Comfortable and warm and it does not cross your heart to exchange him in.
He is my tonic and I am his gin and we do not even drink my friends.
 
Slowly evolving this ““love””   sure feels fine.
Your man makes this “” love”” believe it can thrive through this temp, rippling out the heartaches with his massage of “”love”” which is genuinely gentle.
As we intertwine our “”love”” in every crisis temping to break us as he asking to make up.

Refrain: You know you are in “”love”” with your man:
When you are forever changing like the wind and he still smitten like a mitten.
Comfortable and warm and it does not cross your heart to exchange him in.
He is my tonic and I am his gin and we do not even drink my friends.
 
Your heart is still skipping a beat when you are old and gray.
He is standing there at the end, arms out stretched waiting to embrace you, keeping you warm and safe as death himself draws ever near for both of you.
Hoping death himself will not take one but in union.