The Black Lady

-Oft it did happen in the old age when blacks were not counted fair enough to entice sterile yellow and white colors Or if they were, merit hadn't been given to blacks. _But now it's black beauty's sequet heir Nature has been kept apace Underneath our once blued skys Truly, a sweat beauty hath no name. Henceforth, my mistress' eyes are pitch-black Her beauty; a key to sparkling smile, Her lips were fairly pink and her hair so suited, they all smark, and no beauty lacks. love is too young to know what beauty is. Yet, who knows not beauty is born of love? Love is unwanted grasses that grows in the Mind of a novice soul, then bloom rapidly.