The beloved
The beloved is black and kissed thrice by the sun,
Life has colored her beautifully,
But not a thing of shame to cause me to run,
But an art piece, a thing of beauty.
My spirit recognized hers first, before I ever saw the physical,
My heart sang to hers, before we ever exchanged hello’s and how do you do’s.
She is beautiful and lovely because she belongs to the King, mystical.
She's more than I imagined for myself, better, as always, when leaving the Potter to choose.
I see kindness in her eyes,
I can fully trust my heart with her,
I see many mornings, and a wonderful, safe sunrise,
A life mate, a help meet, lifelong, always, beside her.
She is mine….the beloved.
Song of Solomon 1:5 (KJV)
“I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem…”
1 Corinthians 13:4–7 (ESV)
“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude… it bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”

