My Indian Beauty Poem by mark anthony st. rose
My Indian Beauty
My Indian beauty from Sangre Grande
Came and met me in lonely city.
Now I was African and all too pure,
But still our love was sealed and sure,
And our hearts spoke a colourless language,
We were perfectly matched like a bake and shark sandwich.
And the detractors were there,
But we had no fear,
For we undoubtedly knew,
Our love to be true.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
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