Nothing Even Matters...

Short hair... long hair...
Dark skin... light skin...
All I care for is the shade of her attitude...
The length of her ambition.

Eyes too squinted... lips too big...
If her eyes can see a future with her, me & a few kids,
If her lips can release three words that when combined state "I love you"...
Then nothing even matters to me.

Nothing even matters, except the way I feel when were alone.
Nothing even matters, as long as your heart becomes my home.

Big thighs... large breasts...
Straight weave... oh please!
None of that really matters to me.
As long as the breasts can feed our newborn,
Everythings all right with me.
As long as the thighs can help get you to the alter, then I'm content with the woman before me.
As for the hair, I just don't care,
Your head will be delicately buried in the pillow,
Or pressed against my chest while we listen to the birds on the other side of the window.

Apart from you, me, us...
Nothing even matters much...

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