Tell her, you take her to your heart
Every beam pleasant, she plays a part.
Love has it own mysteries, it’s be true,
wipe tears, her joy you always pursue.
As charming her orbs, lips, see no wrong
Body close you, feel her touch strong,
her love is bright, pure as African gold,
It’s wonderful to feel, pleasant to hold.
her love’s as sweet as brown chocolate,
when hungry her smile, a refined palate
love, her present, brings you pleasure
in her you find comfort
