Sweet Melody
Pure as she is, sweet as she is
The beauteous Portia of my dream
With her anchor of roses
Conceived by her body of harmony.
The velvety of her skin I sink
Soft like fresh-ripe melon
Unsullied as perfect Swan
Which encapsulates beauty and love.
Adorned she in her customary apparel
The pride of Africa
She: the citadel of virtue
The Hyena of my land
African woman: her glorious symbol
With her countenance like a beam of light
Which scintillates my nights to bear.
I call her black woman, but pure black
My candle is ignited by her dulcet tales
I hail you, precious woman
The morning star of beauty
The Barnadeth of mankind.
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