Hail forth his greeting of the new morning Where all glory is defined within a single smile. The humanity of his spoken truth is utterly compelling, Maybe I shall hang my coat and warm up next to his craccling fire. The warmth of his virtue tingles my solemn heart Where a once gaping void has since been filled. My angel, deepest love growing from the very start And draw over the covers where haste lay spilled. His perplexed beauty I do worship, Within the texture of soft skin, naturally black mattered hair. Climb aboard and set sail in my storm riden ship And the love my lost soul mate gleefully makes me aware. It was that April midnight Where it all was finally laid to rest. A hapless soul in the grips of darkness' plight With a shameful destiny clutched closely to vest. So sweet the taste of his large lips As I am smitten by this steady diet, Laying just beyond these trembling fingertips, We lay upon a feathered bed with all of my nightmares to quiet.