Beauty of the African women
Not just the eyes lens
It's colour;
Her lips
Regal neck
Fragile collar bone...
Stunning
Breath taking
Beauty is in the eyes of thy beholder
If you let me
I'll hold you Aries
My eyes will be your mirror
Words can't express
A mere "I love you"
You are much more than I have heard
Much more than you see
A magnificent diamond indeed
Let me hold you ?
Comfort your cheek with my palm
Breaths intertwined
Bodies warmest
Tie me to your tongue my love
Nma my love
Aries black
An ancient beauty
Africa's black woman
The absolute love of my life
Rhythm to my words
Blues in my voice
Words made
Words to come
Words I want to say
Words can't describe you
Words can't show them
Nmasinachi
My Aries black
When are we going to embrace ourselves?
History is not a straight line; it’s a cycle.
We see brothers and sisters getting killed,
Children being tortured,
Over what?
Some invisible lines to lands that are not ours?
How would our ancestors feel when they’ll see that nothing has changed?
How would God punish all of the wrong heads in charge?
Oh, dear sacred lands,
forgive us and retain the blood on your soil
until it’s time to turn back your coin.
My Love is Forever
Europe and I in Love
My Love is Forever
?I'm in love with you
My body melts with you
My mind lost with you
'coz you always make me blu
?Whenever I look you
My lips get smiled
whenever I feel you
My heart get elated.
?Your beautiful eyes
your stunning smile
your gorgeous style
makes me shine.
?you make me happy
whenever I'm sad.
you make me good
whenever I'm depressed.
?you make me healthy
whenever I'm sick.
you make me content
whenever I'm mad.
?Thanks to you my dearest
My deepest gratitude for you
Thank you for being here
Thank you for being mine
My dearest love.
The gorgeous Nature!
Who is this force of power seducing my mind and enveloping my soul?
Flows of passion;
Ebbs of anger;
Flows of laughter;
Ebbs of silence.
Waves of love come crashing down on me…
the sand pulling me in as we become one with the waves.
He is my water, my love, my life.
Cuba, my country, my love.
Morning arrives carrying the scent of salt, strong coffee, and wet fishing nets spread across the sand. An old boat waits for the tide the way a man waits for one more chance.
The palm trees do not speak.
They do not need to.
The light says enough.
I have seen harbors in many places, but none has ever held the sun the way this island does. None has made failure into a form of dignity, nor hope into the work of every single day.
Cuba, my country, my love.
If I must ever leave, may the wind remember my name only long enough to carry me home again in thought.
For there are lands one visits, and there are lands that never leave the heart.
The sea will go on breathing.
The fish will go on fleeing. Men will continue casting their lines.
And as long as the horizon exists, this love will exist also—steady as the dawn, as deep as the water.
Cuba, my country, my love.
El mar no hace promesas.
Entra y sale. Las olas conocen los nombres de los hombres que vivieron de ellas y murieron sin quejarse.
Cuba, mi país, mi amor.
La mañana llega con olor a sal, a café fuerte, a redes mojadas sobre la arena. Un viejo bote espera la marea como un hombre espera otra oportunidad.
Las palmas no hablan.
No lo necesitan.
La luz dice lo suficiente.
He visto puertos en muchos lugares, pero ninguno guardó el sol como lo guarda esta isla. Ninguno hizo del fracaso una forma de dignidad, ni de la esperanza una tarea de todos los días.
Cuba, mi país, mi amor.
Si alguna vez debo marcharme, que el viento recuerde mi nombre solo lo suficiente para traerme de vuelta en el pensamiento. Porque hay tierras que se visitan y hay tierras que nunca abandonan el corazón.
El mar seguirá respirando.
Los peces seguirán huyendo. Los hombres seguirán lanzando sus líneas.
Y mientras exista el horizonte, existirá este amor, tan sobrio como el amanecer, tan profundo como el agua.
Cuba, mi país, mi amor.
"Fog comes like a rippling river and rolls and lingers like a stone."
Quote by _Constance
The morn' is a white veil of fog ~
Fog's stillness is creeping, swirling,
whispering, swallowing the trees.
Oh, I am lost in shifting mist . . .
I feel his soft breath on my face;
Fog murmurs of forgotten love,
then, we are kissing lips, twirling,
and like a soft sigh . . . he is gone.
These letters (words) are only for you.
This archway, between our souls, shall last forever.
A foretaste of Eden, where love signals throughout;
Eternal twin of flame. Here fate has landed us entwined,
Between the echoes of time.
Postmarked postcard, a message to the sender reciprocated.
Set in motion: everything takes time.
In rhythm, pulling on your heartstrings.
Make me believe? In the universal North Star. Skyline.
When in sync, we bloom; our fervor carries us through
Open skies and sea, our shared quietude: from this
Rotations: a panoramic view in intimacy.
While flames flicker, violet purple, energy.
Over the blue mounds, the aura of Minnesota stands.
Beyond the once dusty hills.
Here we are in awe, where beginning and end meet.
Yes! An unending consummation.
Like a lasting fragrance that lingers forever.
Sure love
I'll be there
When you're not
With a shot
Like an aim
We're all the same
Like today
With much to say
Yet we're clear
That you're not here
Yet your near
With all my love
Like up above
The wings
That sing
The why's
We cry
The haves
We hold
The ring
Is round
No one around
And yet we see
It's you not me
That's never clear
So hold my hand
And make a plan
Like action packed
My heart attached
With I'll bring you back
From there to hear
And with a tear
I'll say sure
My love
For ever and away
We go
We'll be here
Not sure of love
And up above
You're waiting
I never bear my secrets on the skin of my body.
I bear my secrets in my life's anthologies of poetry.
I bear my love within words of my narratives of he and me.
Happy Birthday, My Love
On this day the stars conspired,
to gift the world the flame I admired.
Your smile, a dawn that lights my skies,
your laughter, music where my spirit flies.
Every heartbeat whispers your name,
a gentle fire, an endless flame.
With you, the world feels soft and new,
each moment painted in love’s hue.
So here’s my vow, both sweet and true:
Forever, my heart belongs to you.
Happy birthday, darling, my soul’s delight,
you are my morning, my dream, my night.
My love makes me feel so bright, he shined his bright light, making me shine through the night.
Bright with his light, I felt shiny and sexy all night.
My love is so strong like a lion, he makes me happy with his sight.
Bright with his light, I felt shiny and sexy all night.
My love is my bright light shining like a ray of sunshine over me and making me glow in the night.
Married to my love, making all my days have love and fun.
Being married is the best, it gives me a feeling of complete success.
My love is my best friend, making me have all my dreams come true.
Married to my best love, the one who is always there and gives me cheer.
Married to the person of my dreams, making all my days sweet and true.
Thank you love, for being number one, for all of our moments, and always being you.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
If I to love you, I must drown
Because to love you,
I must strip myself
Of all protection
And I must choke on
My own bloody desires
In the pool of lust and passion
But for you darling,
I am willing,
to see the hazy end
I am willing to love you so,
That my adoration and worship
Seeps from my eyes and through sacred words
Leaving me only yours
Till the earth rots over.
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