Brown sugar skin, a Creole heart,
He caught her eye right from the start.
His Haitian tongue, a rolling sound,
On bayou breezes, love was found.
Her gumbo spice, his pikliz fire,
A burning love, lifting them higher.
She knew his stories, old and deep,
While he held secrets she would keep.
Their dances blend, a new mélange,
A Creole girl, a Haitian sage.
They built a world, of vibrant hue,
A love like theirs, forever true.
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Author:
Star seed (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: October 24th, 2025 17:37
- Category: Love
- Views: 3
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Comments1
Love a blend of two people, cultures, differences made one. Nicely done
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