Who is this man that I keep as a keepsake in my heart, that seem to take my senses away, not knowing what’s real from fake, Cause with him I’m always in a fairy tale.
Who is this man? The one who opens his heart to the word of God and seek the face of the one I adore.
Who is this man that can capture each of my heart beats with his smile.
Who is this man that fills me with love, a love he has that can not only be felt but also seen.
His touch says everything, he need not say anything, for I know what each touch means and just what he wants to say. There’s no gravity that can keep me from reaching for him, and not a thing out there can keep me from him.
All my sinful nature wants is him, to get down and dirty with him, but the Holy Spirit in me always reminds me of the stand I take and the life I cling too. The one I live to please that brought me this wonderful love indeed. My mind, my soul, my heart, the places my Lord resides also holds a place for him.
I am glad my heart misses him when he’s gone, its like a pain in the center of my heart. See, for if my flesh alone misses him, then its not what it should be, cause if I listen to my flesh, that sinful nature that longs for thee would take control and it wont be love, real, true love that my heart feels and misses; but instead just lust arising from our kisses. So with this said, I miss this man, my all misses him.
Who is this man? This man is the love that lives in me, in my heart, this love I know as real love. And that man, this man, my man, its all you baby,
I love you Corey Foster!