Meeting my love, as she slide onto my lap.
Her long and black, her body sweet and golden.
The day time flew and I seeking her again.
I wanted her as my African love...
She spoke to me in the most intelligent words, as the minds saw visions of us together and at war.
I wanted her as my African princess
The year rang and Valentine's cupid'd us she lays her heady shoulder.
The day, the night, the minute, wants the second a day provides.
My need to hear her voice became I love you, simce her crown to met my knight in anger speaks of the will broken.
I wanted her as my African woman.
She loved me as a truthworthy man, the eyes to see, the words to read for I want all to be no more.
The relationship offered was the true scene of love as it is forever.
Not ever a man's touch but not ever touched.
While to remain forever untouched by any other.
I been knighted on her doorstep, I have wwatched outside the castle.
I screamed for my love as I have not learned how to live without my princess.