This is not what you think, so don’t get it twisted.
Love is sensitive, can’t do without it, can’t live with it.
When I sat down to write this I didn’t know what I was feeling,
but I needed a release and my soul needed some healing.
Love loves me but do I love love.
Maybe this is just a test,
It’s time to show what I’m really made of.
When I first fell in love,
I was just a child; I didn’t know what I was doing.
That love turned out to be false and was nothing but screwing.
Then I thought that I met another,
but he had a kid.
And another and another,
until finally, it happened.
I looked in the mirror and what did I see.
A beautiful black woman staring back at me.
She had pretty black skin and pretty brown hair,
and eyebrows naturally arched with care.
There were no blemishes to speak of anywhere.
Sexy eyes that sparkled and luscious lips that kissed,
and a smile that is always and forever missed.
This is the first time that even when I try as I might,
who thought that I would ever believe in love at first sight.
Qiana is a wife, mother and poet who aspires to promote awareness and visibility of the beauty that exists within our cultural differences.
not many folks believe in love at first site… I MOST DEFINITELY do!!! Kuddos for this poem. I love it
I’m like Jewel! I have always believed in love at first sight, have even experienced it. Your words speak to my heart from a similar place…