When love is boundless,
It’s ever flowing.
Filling up a heart devoid.
Shining its light through the window to the soul.
A savior for a shattered heart.
A saving grace for a love story untold.
Love’s joy.
It’s like a little bit of heaven in your hands.
To feel its warmth and glory
Is like nothing else.
This deep color.
This mahogany brown.
Hue so lovely, so divine.
Beneath it, through the veins of glory,
Runs my history.
My story.
My place in this here world.
This mahogany brown.
Behold what was made.
With this shade, comes all of my kinks and curves
That Mother Africa proudly preserves.
This mahogany brown.
A shield of honor that I’ll always defend.
You emulate this deep, brown skin.
Yet, you never love the skin I’m in.
My Quiet Fire 