I want to wear white
If the flaw of my skin or the lack of radiance and
glow on me still amuses you, then hey, I’d wear white for you…
Don’t fall in love with the milk of my teeth or the
bump of my curves, hey, these are mere assets, they won’t raise your kids
Or maybe my complexion does inspire you beyond measure,
but love of mine, I might tint or tan someday, then you shall awake and want me
no more…
Don’t be lured by the softness of my tongue, that’s
my tongue, search my heart and character instead..
And when you search my heart and character, should
you take delight in them, then my man, I will wear white for you
Should your today turn out more inspired than your
yesterday, just by virtue of me being in it, sweet love, I’d wear white for
you. But that is if I affirm that your inspiration is not founded on the basis
of my outward but rather the character of my within…
Tomorrow is beautiful, more beautiful than today, so
don’t be deceived with my current energy as I purpose to wow you, try me at my
worst, am I worthy of wearing white even then?
I want to wear white, even you know I want to wear
white for you, but should the impurity of my past cause your heart discomfort,
then Prince, allow me not wear white for you…
Today I may look perfect…humanly indispensible…. I may
seem irresistible….but you gotta understand Prince of the land, that any woman
is capable of making you feel the same, so think, what should make only me wear
white for you….
The bitter truth is, there is a woman more glorious
than I ….a woman more profound….a woman who understands her ways better than I do
mine…a woman who’s way fly…a woman more gorgeous…a woman from a better family….having
been raised on better standards…a woman more responsible…a woman who would
challenge you to greater heights...a woman more gracious….a woman who would
make you question why it has to be me and not her that should wear white for
you….and when this questions pops, even I would want to know why not her but me
who should wear white for you…..though I must thank God I haven’t met this
woman either..ha!
You see even my papa loves how I cook, but I know of
a single, ambitious, independent, sexy, intelligent and cultured woman who can
cook better…..so think Prince, why should I be the one to wear white for you….
My humor ain’t amusing…even I wonder at its
emptiness…so why would you want to be stuck with me after I wear white for you....
I come as a package of a sweet mix of perfect and
imperfect….and there will be times that my imperfect nature will meet your eye
the more…then you’d know that I’m not all that…my Prince, would you still want
me in white….
There are days when my ways won’t please you…the
grace of walk won’t appeal to you…my talk won’t amuse you…my body won’t arouse
you…the smoothness of voice won’t lure you….the blink of my eye and the smile
of my lips won’t melt your innermost man….would you still want me in white for
you?
I write to you, I come to you in humility, I speak
to you hoping my words shall not bring you loath….Prince, I come to you
covered, veiled, in respect and perfect submission….and on my knees I come
asking, as my imperfect unfolds, would you still want me in white?
