Her hair is like that of the darkest night,
Her eyes are of deep ebony brown,
Yet her smile is like non-other I’ve seen thus far,
She is my Nubian Queen!
The lips she posses are of rose petals,
Her touch is of heaven descent,
Her beauty is rare as is natural,
A black woman, also my queen.
Though no one is truly perfect,
In my eyes she can do no wrong,
My Nubian Queen everlasting…
For me there can be only her.
To comfort me in my time of morn,
To help lift me if I should fall,
To believe there’s hope when all else fails,
She’s merely being herself…also my Nubian Queen.
A strong black woman she is indeed,
Also passionate with understanding as well,
This woman would never leave my side,
For love is never a question within my mind,
My Lady, my Queen for all times…
Poem written by Antonio Mitchell