Friday, October 19, 2012

ART OF BLACK LOVE


Life is always changing
Constant rearranging
But nothing changes with you
You never do

I go to different places
See a million faces, but
None as fine as you

Baby I have the honor
To love someone kind and true
I thank my lucky stars
For bringing me here to you

Like water flows down from a hill
And yellow grows on daffodils
I'm gonna learn to love you better
To the letter, baby
Like morning dew on southern pines
And honey that bees leave behind
I'm gonna love you sweet to the letter
You'll find no better

The look that's in your eyes
Gets me my courage
My strength I draw from you
You know I do, babe
The depth inside your soul
Fills my well of fantasies
I fill my cup with you

Baby I have the honor
To love someone kind and true
I thank my lucky stars
For bringing me here to you

Like water flows down from a hill
And yellow grows on daffodils
I'm gonna learn to love you better, baby
To the letter, baby
Like morning dew on southern pines
And honey that bees leave behind
I'm gonna love you sweet to the letter
You'll find no better

Baby I got the honor
To love someone kind and true
Thank my lucky stars
For bringing me here to you

Like water flows down from a hill
And yellow grows on daffodils
I'm gonna learn to love you better
To the letter
Like morning dew on southern pines
Honey that bees leave behind
I'm gonna love you sweet to the letter
You'll find no better...TO THE LETTER!






© Anita Baker  

3 comments:

  1. I find this picture to be so powerful and meaningful at the same time. I would like to print this out in a poster size and hang it on my wall. Is that possible without breaking any copyright laws?

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  2. Who is the original artist of this picture? I need to know.

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  3. I could not find out who the artist is. The unfortunate thing about cyberspace is the way things like this happen. Authorship can vaporize...

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