I wish to spend the noon hours of my days, safely tucked away in the embrace of my beloved- where neither strife nor folly may follow,
Where the strings of the master’s harp chime the tunes of a passion so strong and beautiful,
That neither young or old can escape the ringing echoes of its divine harmonica bursting through heaven’s doors and landing on the lips of two giddy lovers lost in the sweet euphoria of oneness
I wish to sing him a lullaby as his eyes close upon my bosoms- Shield him from the biting mosquitoes of pain and sorrow,
And he shall never shed another tear again
For my beloved’s heart is mine to guard
And in the evening I shall tender to its beckoning once more with a fiery kiss and a renewal of vows.