Melanated Love

Melanated love moves like rhythm—unspoken, understood, A quiet revolution, a fire in the wood. It sings in laughter, it hums in pain, A storm that waters, a dance in the rain. Hands entwined, a lineage unbent, Spoken truths in eyes—no need to invent. Roots run deep, older than time, A love eternal, a love divine. Built in struggle, carved in grace, An unbreakable vow in a fleeting space. It births kingdoms, it lifts the sky, Love that refuses to shrink or comply. From whispered verses to shouted cries, Melanated love stands—it never dies.