Under the tropical sun, your silhouette dances,
Black hair flowing, like the night's own romances.
A vision so stunning, in every stance,
Your beauty, by far, surpasses mere chance.
Black hair, better than anyone can declare,
In the breeze, it's a sight so rare.
With a scent of shampoo lingering in the air,
Your beauty, none can compare.
Through the crowd, your black hair leads me,
A lighthouse, in a sea, so stormy.
Graceful, yet as wild as the sea,
In your presence, I am free.
Black hair, better than anyone can declare,
In the breeze, it's a sight so rare.
With a scent of shampoo lingering in the air,
Your beauty, none can compare.
As the sun sets, and the night grows near,
Your black hair, my heart holds dear.
In this tropical house, with you so near,
Your beauty, my soul does cheer.