Idoma do not say a word when my Princess arrives
She is from a distant land afar off in the cliffs
from a civilization that brought us to world's map
She is bequeathed with royal thrust of humbleness
Prostrate yourself before her majesty
here she comes in strides of beauty and peace
My darling is my favourite
she is magnified in my heart like no other
I will sing her songs until the stars jingle in the sky
Until the moon become endless in the night sky
Days after years when I become cleared with age
when my berries shall inspired no more
and her strength melted by the wax of childbirth
I shall recite her beauty in the snow of our age
When all men shall fall asleep
In the cold arms of death and grave
we shall become the wind or perhaps the ancient caves
And echo our love beyond space and time
for when our hearts shall grow strong again
our souls shall be reborn
and our bodies shall meet and love again
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