We fight against one another, break up to make up.
I always got your back, and you got mine in a crisis.
When we make love it's like an explosion of built up passion.
Black Love incense, the scent of love and musk intertwined like our bodies in love.
Why must Black Love be so hard?
Hard for us to love, and hard for to part.
We talk about "black on black crime", but let's talk about "black on black love."
But are they one and the same?
First you love me then you hate me.
Sometimes complicated, but at times wonderful.
Black is beautiful, Black Love is beautiful.
Right up there with God's Love, not equal but close.