Dedicated to Yca, my True African Love
When seeking nor fame, or glory,
To search all that is True
To hear both tale and story
Near to the Ocean blue
To share an open heart
while living day life dreams
To be at peace, at calm
It's easier than it seems
The smell of body and Soul
One Huge Love that was found
One taste so pure as Gold
You'll never go around
The roots are there before you
what proof is needed more?
Africa enchanted the Spirit
It left an open door
The almond eyes that bound
The smile, gesture, the hug
The tender kiss, her sound
You feel there's God above.
Marco Valente, 08-06-2018
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