My heart ran past the eagle’s wing
Like a drunken driver on his death mill
Alas! A gleaming, glinting golden pheasant
Journeying these streets of thorny barb
Plying a lonely lane with her graceful base
Her beam makes the west wind coil its tail
A million times till it stray into vast oceans
She winds a teasing mien, smile so pure
Such that had the hood stuck in her drool
A thousand times have I to worship you
Come on to me, queen of the savannah
Tell me why your world is so cold, so dark
And let me illuminate your darkest nights
Those clogs of dusk that once held your still lights
Come to me, come on to me
A thousand years to adore your clanging feet
Another century, your luscious fur
To love, amidst night’s abounding storm
I would adore you beyond the trenches of the Nile
Fervor, stronger than a Tyson fight
Forbid not this breath to uphold your naïve nipple
Let my arms give you warmth till the twinkle
Of a dazzling dawn, till I prove you to the town
That you, only you deserve the crown!
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