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Not For Vanity...

The season’s change and time my dear, will change you
The same you, body will evolve, Mother Nature’s to blame boo
Remain new in heart while hips widen, curves may straighten
Your mind, a beautiful design, though your body loses patience
Take this hold it gently; caress these words around you soul
You’re black, always so feminine and intriguingly bold
I never told you why I am here or what my 3rd eye sees in you
It’s not hips or tits or when legs split…it’s the little seed that grew
The day we talked as the sun waved goodbye, starlight on your lips
You laid your head on my shoulder and my inhibitions slipped
I came equipped to hide myself and fill our world with lies
But the sincerity when you looked at me, passion in brown eyes
The seed of love grew to respect and sprouted leaves of dependence
I needed you unconditionally, and the future whispered, “descendants”
A nation with you, king and queen, we’d start a labor of love
Your essence, fit for motherhood, & God sends an angel from above
The years may decrease your locks of hair, putting you through trials
But it can never take away the light that shines in your smile
Your guile & grace can guide our race, so attracted to your finesse
The outside is secondary when your mind holds keys to freakiness
The more of you I know the less I see with these two feeble eyes
I’m with you because you grasped my mask & unveiled the disguise
You challenged me to embrace manhood, be strong as a man should
To recognize a woman’s true worth as only a real man could
So love, don’t fret, we will conquer time or what it does to you
I’m here my dear, not for vanity, but only if your heart stays true

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