She was such a naive native woman,
When she met him by the river banks,
Its like fate had planned the destiny
For the two black birds to meet.
Daily they made it remarkable,
A place never to be stolen
From their memories of romance.
He took her in as his wife,
Promising perfect peace of mind.
A first born son she gave to him
And he loved it dearly.
Every morning she became his sun,
That would only set at dusk slowly.
One evening while he maunder the fields,
He met his other Apple from the tree,
She never spoke his language,
For a snow woman she was.
He fell in love with her sweet scent,
He fell in love with her lovely looks,
And slowly his snow became his love.
She liked the black in him,
His way of dressing and looks,
Made her like him even more,
Naive but ready to be educated ,
And speak the snow woman's language.
By the river banks they learnt,
Exchanging new cultures and lovely ideas,
And under the moonlight they secretly met,
With touchy Feelings taking overboard.
And he forgot his black beauty,
That once made him happy.
Another being his snow woman brought,
And he promised to love it dearly,
It became his second baby
And to love it they promised daily.
Seeking protection from their cultures
And keep safe the half snow half black,
The snow woman promised to go away
With the lover and the baby.
They flew the skies and hid the truth,
He became her people's man
Now forgetting the naive beauty,
His African bride,culture and roots.
She never heard from him in days
To come and he forgot
The once made promise at the banks.
Seasons greetings passed in heartaches ,
Till she stopped her beating heart,
Promising daily his coming back ,
To her lovely once made son.
And he waited for his daddy,
Who had roamed the snowman's land,
Waiting patiently for his come back,
But he never came to life.