Dear Lover of L,

You are the lover of life,
if u were to stand in mud i swear ya hair would become leaves,
ya arms branches,
and your legs would be figs,

fig..ments of your imagination,
would put you in a world with pro-creation,
you would be the baby of a black panther named nathan,
and a white hippie named susan,
except you would use your chants as a trigger for your lyrical shootin,
and because you are so full of life,
the evils of the earth could never be considered pollutants,

You are the lover of love,
love is not only the foundation for peace,
but the foundation for trust, communication, and sharing,

love is you,
you are love,
that is so apparent,
not sex but i figured out that you are LOVE IN A BOTTLE,
if cupid had a magazine you could be the cover model,
soo young but your spirit is so old,
wise beyond your years,
you are the lover of life that hides behind your tears,

you are the lover of longetivity,
you know time is not promised to anyone so u put ur heart into every activity,
although people tend to let you down a lot,
you being the lover of love, never let your heart stop,
your heart has to beat for all of us,
because if this was a world without trees who would the plants trust,
someone has to stand tall in the jungle,
although sometimes you may feel like a tiny beat up shrub,
understand that I'm ya brutha and I'll help u stand tall caz i too am a lover of love..
I Luv ya Brutha!!

P.S.-
I know sometimes life seems to send heavy winds your way,
but i look at you as the tree that would not sway,
the tree that chants and always reaches to the sky,
for this tree knows it's roots and aims for the most high,
thank you for being you,
plants always tend to have delicate listening ears,
so i'm thanking you in advance for our friendship that'll last for years... ;)