Black Queen The Beloved Poem by Felix Emeka George

A love I held to my heart and soul
A black queen the beloved.
My dove, my cherub.
The Angel of my love,
In moonstone clasped a unicorn,
In a copper cloud.
In her crown a golden ornament
Like a new calf,
youth regained, renewed

My heart missed a breath of air
within the realm
In my yearning rythm,
My black queen the beloved dwelled.
Like a football and a tambourine all rolled in one
The motions of music I move whilst feeling her.
Trembling, she gildes on groove when our lips touch.
Like a dove dwelling on high
Loves me without scare of my failing
The angels beneath,
have me blessed she did sigh

My black queen,
the beloved, my dove.
All about me is a magical weave enlightening.
The land i'm losing but yet I feel a winner.
In the most high I believe, my voice grove in wind

Today is the day I come to tell you, for others to read my story.
I hold the smile of hearts,
Behold my breath is her air all day.
Like in my dreams a black queen the beloved

Copyright © Felix Emeka George | 06 Jul 2017