And from your eyes to your lips with care,
But women are more jealous in nature than thought.
A tribute to the muse of your love,
And to handle it with care;
For little things do count a lot at times,
And i want to know when to smell your love again.
The light of the sun will guide you,
So, when will i see you again my love?
For the tears are very heavy in my eyes.
I won’t cry until i find you,
And like the amle and the female slaves around;
For the dark of the night is like the sound of the horn.
When will i see you again my love?
For you are in the arms of someone’s bed;
But i will remember your pot of gold that led me on.
Little things do count a lot in life but,
Let the river take a bold decision on this love;
And tell it like it is as seen by many,
For the flowers of love are all over this river.