Dear Melanie
An Ode to Blackness
Every day I thank the lord,
That I was born with your resplendent glory
Ours is the oldest tale ever told
An ancient epic, a classic love story
Dear Melanie, I often wonder,
How terrible it would be,
To live in a world devoid of color,
What a wretched existence, so utterly dull and dreary
Of course, we’ve rarely had it easy,
Our bond forged in the fires of history,
Wrought from purest, darkest obsidian,
And gleaming, sun-kissed ebony
No mortal prize can part us,
Not for the sun, the moon, or all that is holy,
Our love is written in the stars above us,
Threaded across an infinite cosmic tapestry
Dear Melanie, there’s so much that I’ve never been able to say
The joy, the heartache, and all that sees not the light of day
But with the heavens as my witness,
Ask me now, how do I love thee?
Dear Melanie, let me count the ways.
