Upon a day,
like any other's grace,
I walked the streets of Nairobi's embrace.
My thoughts,
they crisscrossed,
pondering a pace,
To quit and start anew,
life to efface.
My mind was filled with notes from songs I love,
J Cole and Rhapsody,
sent from above.
I waited by the street,
sent from above,
And then I saw her,
bathed in morning's glove.
Her ebony complexion was a sight,
With features finely chiseled,
pure delight.
A slender neck,
round face,
eyes shining bright,
She stood there bathed in the sun's gentle light.
Her form was like an hourglass,
so fine,
With hips that are curved,
like music's sweetest line.
Her legs are finely tuned,
a love's design,
I walked to her, heart racing,
"Are you mine?"
I asked if she expected someone near,
Her smile,
it warmed me,
cast away my fear.
"My name is Honey,"
I soon came to hear,
A neighbor close,
she whispered,
drawing near.
We talked about life,
our preferences are aligned,
She loved my slang, from the ghetto,
defined.
We swapped our numbers,
fate now intertwined,
Conversations deep,
through the night we dined.
From coffee,
dinner,
to movies we'd share,
Our love ignited,
in the midnight air.
Three moons passed, our first kiss we'd declare,
A hopeful love,
we handled it with care.
"I love you,"
softly spoken,
hearts aglow,
She echoed,
"I love you," sweetly,
and so,
We listened to the music's gentle flow,
In each other's arms,
a love to grow.
We moved in,
days passed,
and love was our guide,
The rest became a tale,
nowhere to hide.
She cherishes that night,
our love's first ride,
Our "Kissaversary,"
in love,
we bide.