The love of a Black man is as majestic as the Nile River
His heart brims with emotion --
Of which, he is a true giver,
One who bestows a dedicated devotion.
His love possesses an endurance of eternity.
Its warmth shines in his brown eyes
Promising his loyalty
A forever that is not hard to recognize.
His words cascade over a woman like molasses,
Slow and sweet.
His touch warms her soul so that she must wait until it passes
Beckoning its repeat.
The love of a Black man is as soothing as a Sunday morning rain.
His kiss falls on a woman's face restoring its essence.
With his love one has more that riches or fame.
One is greatly blessed by the quiet strength of his presence.
His heart is very proud to love
The woman who will love him.
The Black woman who will know the song,
Imprinted on his heart from above
Allowing the light to shine on both of them
When their path may be too long.
The love of a Black man is as nurturing as the black soil of the earth.
Giving life to all seeds ... Seeds of the future and of today.
His heart soars when the woman he loves gives birth
(Giving life to all seeds) This woman will forever stay ...
Embraced in the love of a Black man.
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Thank you for the kind words, Johnny! 🙂
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