I didn’t know what love was.
I was an expert of being handcuffed
And bargaining my life with a judge.
Nights with no sleep.
Along with the rest of the inmates.
I confess I was in pain,
Oppressed by the context,
Reflected by my mistakes.
I’d laid in bed as I prayed to God.
“God, If you could.
Give me a woman that would set me good.
A woman that attends church.
And I promise I’d change for good.”
A year later, God answered,
And put you in my life.
Despite of my screwed youth
And my confused views
He chose you to be my wife.
I proposed to you with no doubts.
You’re the peak of my happiness
And the climax to my love.
I speak with confidence.
When I say you are my one and only love.
I love you.
And my love for you grows everyday.
And I thank God for that night in jail,
When I closed my eyes and prayed.