Through this uneasy harmony, my heart sings
Even the cola-nut of love, we wonder the strings.
My heart still floats on the palm-wine of love,
The shadows of my soul fights with no resolve.
The temple of my heart cannot be built in one day,
"Love is not my friend" is what I say.
By heart have trekked so long to get you,
These Spartans of love Is what I can't break thru.
I think you're my cola-nut on this traditional wedding
These legendary elders seat and wait for your traditional fending.
The moment is bleak, a wise man affirm,
My love for you would not sway, but stand firm.
I feel the pains that pierce through your soul,
I hear the silence, but I make it growl.
The wisdom in my thoughts, lingers around your heart
Even my mom cannot tear us apart.
You break my heart like cola-nut on this traditional wedding
And eat up my feelings, it's a cultural dealing.
You're my cola-nut on this traditional day,
But my feelings for you, is far, far away!
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