Woman, I Do Not Color Poem by Hebert Logerie

Mwanamke, I write about you
Every time I think of you
I paint you with honor
You're mine, I do not color.

I use a special paintbrush
I take my time, I do not rush
I focus on who you are
In my heart, you're a star.

I paint your lips with honey
Then I kissed them. Like a bee
I feel overjoyed. You put me in heaven
Because you are an oasis of fun.

Zhinka, you're darned right
You're constantly at my sight
Smiley bird, I do not color
I love painting you with honor.

Your heart is red
And my heart is fed
By the same blood
We are the same mud.

You're indeed unforgettable
You are always wonderful
Sometimes, I am forgetful
In my heart, you're incredible.