Pause
For you my black woman, you remain to be the mystery of my life. At the apex of my heart, you still hold the flag of my life. In the chambers of my mind, you are still the queen. In my soul, you are still the owner. My life shall be yours always. I will breathe for you till the day the grave will call me home.
You are my woman. I may have seen other, who had pride in their beauty, who thought they are skilled than you. Who believed they are better for me, but I have taken you, because you are the flesh of my flesh.
Yes, my black woman.