Before the alarm sings to me,
‘Wake up its the day of Love’
My heart already ached
For I smelt the roses scented from your own breathe
Achii the goosebumps as my hair turns feathery

My heads buzzes like the bees search for nectar. Oh what’s sweeter than your voice and gentle as her fingers
Sush if you have not tasted a sip of her lips, sinking your heart to a well of wishes
Oh Mamito I am drowning, can I hold unto your ******* as I strike my chest

The spirit leads me, for she lives in the spirit, the spirit of love
And hers is a body a temple, my dwelling place shall be
Her eyes are a cun for I can see no other
And her life is a journey I too must follow
#herdsmanofprogress