To the gentle flow of smiling stream
I whisper his sweet name
The lily bloom, the cabbage swamp zoom,
And dance with me in the lovely tune
Of gaily bird above Tipolo tree
While the clouds of love are dancing free
Above the blue sky that reflect to sea.
Then his finger emerge and covered me
Frighten in glee I embraced he
The scent of his masculinity
Was memorized by my nose though wee.
The song of love, the kiss of dove
Is the rhythm of our heart
Then he embraced me
And he led the way
To the altar of God
He vowed to me
That her love is only me....
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