My lover, My brother, My friend
What has struck fear into your heart
And caused you to flee from me?
Was it my heart, my mind, or my soul?
NO! It couldn’t be
For my heart is big and overflowing with love,
And my mind is quick and knowledgeable,
And my soul, aaah, my soul is pure and forgiving.
What is it then my brother?
Is it my eyes, my lips, my hair?
Couldn’t be!
For my eyes though not periwinkle blue
Are mysterious, soft brown and true.
And my lips though not thin and tight,
Are luscious full and ripe,
And my hair, well, not the color of gold
Is thick, well groomed, and black as coal.
So what could it, What could it, What could it be?
My arms, my legs, or is it just me?
Couldn’t be my arms since they held you so tight,
And my legs may be slender but formed just right,
And me, well, I am the universe, the air, and the trees,
I am all things, and all things are me.
So my lover, my brother, my friend.
What could it be, that "INTIMIDATED"
and sent you on a quest of a white me?
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