There Is Simply Love for the Feast of Valentine
There is no black love
For the feast of Valentino
There is simply: LOVE.
There is no white love
In the cappuccino
There is simply: LOVE.
Coffee will always be black
Milk is sometimes white
And chocolate on occasion brown.
Mix all three and the ending product
Is just kaleidoscopically divine
Out of this world, almost perfect.
Love has a great mind
That’s why he or she is blind
This is something that is hard to find.
Love has no color
Love has simply great flavor
And great taste like a classic wine.
There is no Negro love
No Caucasian love
And no Hispanic love.
There is simply: LOVE.
poem by Hebert Logerie (February 2012)
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