Do you love me too much?
It slows down my breathing,
Hence African drought is my born clothing.

Atumn smiles in the rainy season;
I never dreamt such Love-Bow,
Really you love me or is it only show?

Your eyes are reddish for not sleeping,
Did you cry thinking me all night, dear?
Poetry or beauty, which one brings you near?

Then break burbed wire of my border,
Tear up adamant flag of pride,
Let's fly two up in the sky keeping reality aside.

Are you puzzled, dear young man?
Look! Avalanche of Love is coming splitting mountain,
You will be killed, no way to sustain.