Peter "Star" Owor.

When black loves there are no flowers,
No songs, No letters,
Just a big baskets filled with oranges and a smile.

When black loves, no candles in the dark,
No rose petals, no walk in the park,
Just two with unsaid desires under a tree.

When black loves it's white,
It's tough, it last,
It's filled with memories sweet like honey and sugar cane,
My black eyes may never see anything like black love again.

© Peter "Star" Owor