O Darling, O Darling,
How I love you!
How you love me too!
How your eyes shine!
How my eyes too!
So the cuckoos love,
He sings on a high bough,
She coos from ground low-
Or from foliage of a far tree,
And singing birds at dawn,
In the scented blue sky,
Resonate the atmosphere -
with sweet symphony -
They too love each other,
With veins on fire,
They call upon each other,
Someone who tries to part us,
Can't snatch our joy and passlon;
Peace, love, and freedom,
Be happy forever; We love each other!
We are made for each other!
Mykoul
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