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Nubian Queen

At times I would wonder when she would come to my door my Nubian Queen to greet me with a smile and stay for awhile as we reminisce on what could've been or what will be she is the Nubian queen to me. She is the sista that tells me she loves me no matter what we go through she will be standing there by my side holding my hand not letting me feel deprived from the love she has too share. she has captured my heart which has been torn apart from the past love experiences that greeted me with pain only to sit and cry in the rain and ask why must I en dour such suffering? What have I done to deserve a selfish out right wrong sista who head was twisted on wrong When all my love for her was strong. I will never ever let another tear me down, crush my dreams and my hopes of happiness within for my Nubian queen whoever she maybe will guide me and nurture me back to where I belong and that is love by a true black Nubian queen she is too me. Valeria Richardson

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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