The misty clouds of the lower Heavens,
Shade-Trees in rows of Sevens.
The crystal-clear natural Fountains
and the magnificent resort Mountains.
Every season brings a unique fragrance of the air,
whilst nature keeps entertaining like a funfair.
The serene skies embellished with the Crimson Sun at Even,
this place sure seems to be the residue of Eden,
and the dwelling Place of a soft-spoken Princess,
adorned in diamond bracelets which are priceless.
Oh Lord! In deepest yearning I pray,
Hasten my footsteps towards her today.
For I desire to make my intents known to the most elusive of Damsels
who inhabits a world perhaps exclusive to Angels.
No honour, no homour, no gesture could give me as much delight,
as the delight I take in her embrace so warm in a night
when Eskimos yearn for the warmth of tropical Huts.
When I'm loathed and contempt for me hurts,
In her citadel of Love will I take refuge
for protection from worries so destructive and huge.
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