The Black Lady
-Oft it did happen in the old age
when blacks were not counted fair enough
to entice sterile yellow and white colors
Or if they were, merit hadn't been given to blacks.
_But now it's black beauty's sequet heir
Nature has been kept apace
Underneath our once blued skys
Truly, a sweat beauty hath no name.
Henceforth, my mistress' eyes are pitch-black
Her beauty; a key to sparkling smile,
Her lips were fairly pink and her hair so suited,
they all smark, and no beauty lacks.
love is too young to know what beauty is.
Yet, who knows not beauty is born of love?
Love is unwanted grasses that grows in the
Mind of a novice soul, then bloom rapidly.
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