Ebon Venus by Lewis H. Latimer

*in addition to poetry, Latimer was a well-respected engineer and draftsman. His work made the light bulb and telephone possible. Without Latimer, our world would be very different. Below he writes of his love for a woman. 

Let others boast of maidens fair,

Of eyes of blue and golden hair;

My heart like needles ever true

Turns to the maid of ebon hue.

I love her form of matchless grace,

The dark brown beauty of her face,

Her lips that speak of love’s delight,

Her eyes that gleam as stars at night.

O’er marble Venus let them rage,

Who sets the fashions of the age;

Each to his taste, but as for me,

My Venus shall be ebony.

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