Hard shells that cover your gentle Soul; palpable Love that is.
Velvet heart, that revokes roses of blues, you – I please.
It started today, this thought, as I thought to not deceive,
“I need to seduce my Africa with sensual words on their knees.”
Lines of fire that have been encapsulated, here is your salvation —
Find your place within her Temple – I am the deserving One.
Her body is my sanctuary, it is safe since they are made of
Hard shells. Gentle Spirit that I adore,
You are on my mind like the hope of a dynamic tomorrow and the beauty of hidden treasures.
A future that sees no filth nor sin. We are pure, dear Africans, and you, Africa, are my Earth!
You are the perfect sunset, the contrast between Heavens and us. We live forever.