The soul has much to say
Bloodline...
Ravishing, to the extreme
Her flesh, porcelain...earth toned
The spirit within, an eternal flame
Her heritage, means so much
His love...so much, more
A shining star, in the smokey mount
The beacon, of his heart
Tennessee's best, a princess, if you will
An orchid, of the Most High
...my great-grandmother
The soul of a preacher
Rebel with a cause, out west
Virginia, bred...a man's man
Looking for his place, in the world
He saw the light...he saw her face
Drawn to her, to his destiny
Hundreds of miles, by foot
Blazing a trail, God had paved
A prince, a servant...a hero
...my great-grandfather
The sunset, tastes evolution
A little richer, a little lighter
Man holds no power,
over the strength of love
...two symbols, of courage
Collision, of cultures
Birth of hope
Reaching into my past,
in order to cradle, my future
Behold...my bloodline
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