She was raised in a den
Sorrows bore her a part
No longer does she cry
For Her tears waters nature
She's learnt to be strong
A tigress in her empire
Her smile is ever contagious
Hidden in her every error of life
Outstanding is her beauty, pretty
Hunger pangs arent her unmasked assets
Sweetness is her generosity
Though nill on her offer she can
Her dark inch is her strength
Her good tip is ever to decree
She's a shinning star
Twinkles on every heart she touches
She's like the glowing worms
Firm stand on every darkness
She's like the sun
Brightness is her only gift
She's the half moon
Unique yet serendipitous
Dark and awesome indeed
Desire of every man's race
Precious are you,
African Queens
©Blueheart
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