The Black Bead
Beautiful ones are not yet born
But this one? Seem she came before the day
I saw she and felt my heart beat. In that dream;
Unlike ice that melts on heat, some parts of me
Solidified when her palms upped and downed on me.
I sat Time by my side until I became a patient
As I waited for the one my heart fell for
In my thoughts. As the hills walked side by side
Her beautiful black hairs swung, side by side
She's more than beautiful; beauty can’ define her
Her dark skin; soft as breast. Her honey lips; sweet,
Sweeter than milk. And when she speaks
The nose, the smile, the gap between her teeth
In a pool of portions of spells, she makes me sink
Every night; sheets, she, and me I die for,
The woman perfectly God created me for
The woman home I'd love to find waiting me for
The woman whom I’d spend the rest of my days on
Is like a black bead and she looks beautiful on me.
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