
In africa,under the sun's warm glow,efe danced to the rhythm only she could know.A beauty as radiant as the savannah's grace,captivating all that beheld her.
But in her village,stories filled the air,saying love for a white man would lead to despair.Yet efe's heart knew no bounds,no devide,for in him,true love she did confide.
His pockets were empty,his stature humble and meek,yet his love for efe was genuine,unique.Together they stood,hand in hand,side by side,defying the odds,love as their guide.
For wealth isn't measured in coins or gold,but in the love that two souls boldly hold.Efe and her white man,a tale of love's true worth,a story of courage,defiance,and mirth.
About the Creator
Chris Liberty
Writer/Digital Marketer.



Comments (1)
This was so profound. Loved your poem!