It means Beauty

It's when your brown skin is shimmering and making the sun-rays feel small, one sees your glow and it’s without a doubt remarkable.

Sculptured and beautiful, it’s that smile that keeps my thoughts afloat, roaming where I see lush fields and you swinging my hand, your dark lashes warming your big deep eyes with every blink.

I know have to reach back and clearly think, about how a simple soul can posses so much intrigue.

I would slyly look at your arm... your hands...edible-looking fingers embedding cute clean nails.

Wow...it was when the Creator placed that beauty spot on your left cheek the lands knew a masterpiece had been created.

Words and speech that dominate my eardrums, wishing I could feast on them until no more could be said.

The magic that dwells in you, somehow wish you’d see how I see you. Understand that you are one of a kind.

 This is so strange though...how that crazy day, fate held my hand and pushed me to talk to you.

The aisle smelling of veggies and fruits, strange place to meet a being that makes even the darkest-of-complexioned-cheeks blush.

I think of you, and your image and replay of your rich voice makes me happy.

-Thandi Xaba