It's not about looking white
It's about looking right
It's not about the color
It's about the scent, the odor
The sweet smell of spring
Of a paradisal morning.
It's not about looking black
It's about being my rock
My exquisite guardian angel
It's about the invisible veil
And the gentle smile that I see
Every time you look at me.
It's about smelling right
It's about being very tight
With me; hugging and kissing
Me all the time. It's about singing
Romantic songs, touching me
And loving me until eternity.
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