Noire Amor.
Lost in the minds and soul of my husband, my black love, my everything, in the midst of my change. In the midst of my transformation, and He, in the midst of his. We expand with each breath, each step, and each beat of our one heart. We love. We are the essence of that which we call black love, of that which we call marriage. We are eternally bound, because we are each other’s gift from God. A gift that cannot be overshadowed by the demons that we walk beside each day.
Often times we find ourselves staring into each other’s eyes. Watching the moves we each make to better the situations that we put ourselves in. Still learning, but have already learned so much; we nurture the change and proceed on our journey of trust and honor. We know that life and love is a gift, and taking advantage is a heavy sin. Love is love at His best.
Voice. The way we speak to our every emotion, is like peanut butter. Sometimes it’s smooth n creamy, and sometimes, its hard to spread. We learn to live and cope with the emotions on our sleeves without bringing each other down. We are the black light. We are the beautiful black light that shines past the brightest star. No longer do we worry ourselves with he said and she said bullshit, we know what is and what aint. And God aint playin, so why should we? We love to love the emmotion and strength that God has given us to possess.
Every time I hear the voice of my angel, I feel the joy slowly ease its way through my pure crevices and begin to breathe the breath of love. The breath of black love feels immaculate. The touch of his hands and the way we feel each other is unlike a feeling that has ever been felt. We are one, and we treat each other as one. The hate cannot enter our hearts if we continue to love.I Love.He Loves. Black love. Unafraid to show the affection needed to survive in this harsh world. We keep each other active and forever strong. Love and Respect.
Often times we find ourselves staring into each other’s eyes. Watching the moves we each make to better the situations that we put ourselves in. Still learning, but have already learned so much; we nurture the change and proceed on our journey of trust and honor. We know that life and love is a gift, and taking advantage is a heavy sin. Love is love at His best.
Voice. The way we speak to our every emotion, is like peanut butter. Sometimes it’s smooth n creamy, and sometimes, its hard to spread. We learn to live and cope with the emotions on our sleeves without bringing each other down. We are the black light. We are the beautiful black light that shines past the brightest star. No longer do we worry ourselves with he said and she said bullshit, we know what is and what aint. And God aint playin, so why should we? We love to love the emmotion and strength that God has given us to possess.
Every time I hear the voice of my angel, I feel the joy slowly ease its way through my pure crevices and begin to breathe the breath of love. The breath of black love feels immaculate. The touch of his hands and the way we feel each other is unlike a feeling that has ever been felt. We are one, and we treat each other as one. The hate cannot enter our hearts if we continue to love.I Love.He Loves. Black love. Unafraid to show the affection needed to survive in this harsh world. We keep each other active and forever strong. Love and Respect.
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