I am going to city of Asfi
Going to the country of Morocco
Where I found my sweet love
Going to see the queen of beauty
Going to see my dear love
She is the rose of the mountains
She is the flower of the gardens
I will ride the blue sky to meet her
Will the count the seconds to hug her
I will hold my arms around her
I will warmly kiss her
I will Whisper in her ears
I love you
She will be my bride
She will be my destiny
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I would like to translate this poem
thank you for your visit. happy to know about you. your going to morocco for love is nice