I.
Breezes of your presence come to me each evening, with mild rosy fragrance
The voice of the wind sing with you when you sang of the Nightingale and her lover
And now it is our tryst, one we waited upon, the one we craved when the sun was here
II.
Now we make haste, for the night will be cold and we must stay near the fire,
Under the baobab tree our love will blossom and there our tryst play our fancy
The mild air mix with your fragrance and the Night herself has come for a sniff
Merry evening, one of love, beneath the tree with the moon shining long and bright
But the evening is still young and so will our tales be and the ones others will tell
III.
Let’s play hide and seek as other youth gather for the nights tale
Let’s wait for the youth, lovers to gather
And this night there will be no timidity
Ah! It must not be this night, no no no…
And if my wit tries to run I will hold it back…
IV.
But I have not come to watch anyone but you
My jewel, I am your Lion, your forest King!
And before the night tales are spent
We would have lived our Romeo and Juliet!
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