My Black Woman by Boygene Borice - HTML preview

Of Rendering and Love

In the beginning I was afraid,

But then you came,

Like the wind with good news,

Touched my soul with adoration,

Broke the chains of loneliness and boredom,

Became the nurse of my past wounds,

Here I am today,

Flourishing in your glory,

What else can I give you?

If not every piece of my being,

For you my Beloved, I render my soul.