Her beauty is rare like a
black pearl embedded in an oyster
An innocent smile nestles on her angelic face.
Her chocolate skin is soft like cotton.
Her mahogany eyes glisten in the sun
like stars sitting on the night’s sky.
Her voice is soothing like the tranquility
of nature. Her kisses are sweet like nectar,
but intoxicating like wine.
Her grace is one only angels possess.
My heart holds on to the reins with a firm grip
and rides on the back of the stallion of infatuation
steering me further down this path of love.
Though I maybe lost in lust, but I will follow the
beacon of hope to escape the shadow of darkness.
Though our friendship is in its infancy,
it is creeping like a child, in time it will learn to walk.
She gives birth to a passion that is trap behind closed doors,
away from open eyes, it resides in the depths of my soul,
where it is silenced by this coward heart of mine.
If my love was written upon the scroll in the
heavens above, then she could gaze at the night’s
sky and decipher the secret that my heart keeps.
She seized my heart captive, rendering me
to be a slave to love. For now I’m a prisoner confined
in a penitentiary of love...