My African woman
Let me tell you about my African woman Her resilience is tremendous Her countenance is one I long to glare at daily When she talks, my God! Her voice is like gushing water The sweetness of hearing that rush on the oceans That's how I am left when she enunciates Her viscosity in all she does The benevolence of heart and virtue When she smiles I never wish it to stop I enjoy seeing her happy If you ever want to know what I am able of Mess with her joy She is a vital girder I lean on My affection for her will end not I love you!