My tune of fate is from a song deeply sprung
It is a magnetic attraction of cohesion’s soul which rung
In staircases of elation that tower rooftops and the universe
In patterns unknown to my wondering eye i connect with him
In tongues foreign to my own he breathes words that sizzle away imperfections

From the swirls of a gentle spring breeze causing dandelion’s to flutter
I imagine our momentous rendezvous with a backdrop of incandescence
He is real; he is my own in every sense.
My lover is sensuous; passionately intense and a prudent master
in a time of his own where he saunters paths unexplored.
The ocean of destiny has washed our shores alike and now we are enmeshed as one
He has liberated my state of mind from the oppression
Of commercial conformity thus i became a woman of sistah earth
Conscious of the beauty prevailing in Nubia’s people.