Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
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I am black, but humble in my love of thee; and I shall remember thy love.
Look not upon me as black, but as one whom loveth thee more than life itself.
Thou cheeks are rosy with blush, and thou body soft unto my touch.
My beloved looks unto me, as a cluster of rare jewels, and satin and lace.
Let thy lips kiss with kisses sweeter than wine, and behold my beloveth who are of fair mocha.
With eyes of a dove, my bright and morning star, this my lily of the
valley.
As the sun shall rise, I shall claim you my love, until the shadows
fades.
Written by Black Grandmom
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