Its the sound of birds chirping at the charm of the night
A trail of stars as its chain..and the horizon as its necklineThe gleam over the sea like fresh milk inside a dishA slingshot flinging jewels throughout the sky as you make a wish...Picture this... A horse of black silk in a fieldRunning free, running wild, without a care, without a fearA hot summer day on a beach with black sandA gold plated watch around the wrists of black handsThis is the vision of a black love indeedAn ancient type of love..black king, and black queenSitting on the throne hand in hand as a forceSpending a lifetime wrapped in bliss until death takes its course..black...love