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My Nubian Enchantress

 

In a blink of an eye I am somewhere new
A place like non I have been to
It’s a place where imagination meets reality
Where dreams become truth
One thing stands out in this place
It’s more precious than the lost mines of King Solomon
Mermaid in stature but to the ordinary eye it’s just salmon
The thing is Alitash my Nubian queen, my partner for matrimony
My Nubian queen and I will live together in harmony
We will live together without fear of alimony
Your eyes enchanting, your skin flawless ebony
Before I met my Nubian queen I was somewhere
A place where dreams suffer premature deaths
A place where love is non-existent
Never was I ever happy in this place
It’s a place where greed and treachery are the mainstay
If what I am experiencing right now is a dream
Let me never open my eyes
Because I am happy in this place
A few moments ago I was in that place where
Money is the only relationship that exists
But right now I am in a place where
Love blossoms like unkempt blackjack
From sadness to love I have voyaged in a teleport
Love smitten like Arthur with Genevieve at Camelot
You remind of the beauty of Iman
Strutting her body in Milan
I have never seen such a beautiful woman
Her legs as tall as the tallest reaches of Kilimanjaro
Her back shaped like an arch of a tighten bow and arrow
The Nubian Queen’s hair is an Afrocentric Afro
Her hair thick and kinky
Her skin dark and chocolate
Like the meaning of your name
May I not lose you
May I find you always my precious
Alitash you are my Nubian Enchantress
 

 

 

Romance is simply a far-fetched notion of reality which has been crammed into the human mind by popular media. (Kundai Edward Pfumayaramba)
Don’t walk in front of me I may not follow. Don’t walk behind me I may not lead. Walk beside just be my friend. (Albert Camus)
When you’re in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the next cell to you saying “damn that was fun.”(Groucho Marx)