BEAUTY IS AN AFRICAN

You're my last breath.
Your absence means death.
Your presence is good health.
You're my amassed wealth.

Peace lives in your eyes;
a pair of rolling dice.
A stare will suffice;
it melts my sorrow like ice.

Whenever situations are chaotic,
your eyes remain patriotic.
Eyes, purposefully platonic.
To my heart, you're a tonic.

When I silently stare,
I see beauty in a form so bare.
Your eyes subdue my fear;
an assurance that you care.

Beauty is an African
from a Nigerian clan.
An adorable African woman
admired by every man.