The Apache

my first native american poem i ever wrote

His hair is so black
like a ravens wing
can make you forget everything
standing there, so proud and tall
hoping his people will never fall
to look into his dark, brown eyes
you would be almost mesmerized
His bronze skin, so warm and sweet
would make any woman, bow at his feet
He only wants one woman
for this you can see
and that one woman, is me
He will be my husband, and i his wife
so we can be together
for the rest of our life