Thursday, January 17, 2013

I Love You

I survey you.
Your nakedness is uncovered.
Girl, you are magnificence personified.
Every curve on your body gives me pleasure
because they are a testament to the fact that
you're a woman in every sense of the word.
You’re alluring and I love you!
Your skin, the color of sweet vanilla sugar,
not Black enough for some,
but Black none the less,
feels like wild African silk.
You are an exquisite flower of femininity.
Your eyes are so warm and brown.
They evoke myriad memories.
They are the window to your soul and to your heart.
They are eyes of innocence.
Oh, how I love you.
And although your hair may not be considered "good",
I love every strand.
Your coiled coif sits on your head majestically and proudly
because you are a descendant of royalty.
I love you like no man ever could.
I love you at your best and at your worst.
I love you in the morning and at night.
With every breath I take, I love you.
For the first time, yes.
I can finally and forever look in the mirror and say,
Girl, you are beautiful and I love you!