You will meet me with your own eyes and,
You will like to make love to me;
But to petition you for my love is like,
The queen that i have anointed on my love!
You will meet me with your own eyes and,
You will like to make love to me;
So, come and take me home with your sweet love,
For, the summer rains have now set in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem