A Song for Keturah

Keturah;
Green eyes like the pastel leaves of spring
Jett black hair like that night in Tunisia

Keturah;
Brown cinnamon skin leaves a sweet taste in your mouth
Smooth African face, as round as the blue moon

Keturah;
A smile that descends from the heaven within
Your beauty is the light from the stars, at night

Keturah;
We fly across the moon
Walk beyond the star
Enjoy this afternoon

Keturah;
What do we have
What do we know

This all begins right
Here for you, keturah