My brown skin princess
Your brown eyed beauty brightens my bruised bleeding beating heart.
I'm born and bred in bitterness but you brought me bliss better than brown bread and butter.
My brown eyed queen, be brown and not beige for in beige we lack brown.
Be brown and not black for in brown i trust.
It was as of last that we started
Will we last before we rust or might i need a cast for my broken heart.
If we last before we rust then cast away this cast around my heart for then lust would have been last in our hearts, but if we rust before we lust then cast away this heart in a casket for last wouldn't have been last in our hearts. Last but not least while i last let me have the last say. I love BROWN
