Come here, my baby
And sit here by me
And I will tell you a bit
Of your past history
From well before you
We even a fond desire;
Before I met your father
And our love caught fire.

Loo, loo baby.
You’re the best it could be
You are the greatest thing
That ever happened to me.
Shoo, shoo baby
I would sing when you cried.
Shoo, shoo baby
It’s your very own lullaby

I was happy enough then
But something was missing;
Something not involved
I merely just our kissing.
And he felt the same, too
Because we talked about it
And left room for neither
Of us to really doubt it.

Loo, loo baby.
You’re the best it could be
You are the greatest thing
That ever happened to me.
Shoo, shoo baby
I would sing when you cried.
Shoo, shoo baby
It’s your very own lullaby

Our eyes were on each other
But our hearts saw further.
There was something we felt
Off into our common future.
Today we feel sure that
What we were feeling was true.
Somehow we could see it;
What was missing was you.

So, we gathered our family
And all our loving friends
And that was the very day
Your wonderful story begins.
We knew when you arrived
That we had been correct
We had no more dots
We needed to connect.

Loo, loo baby.
You’re the best it could be
You are the greatest thing
That ever happened to me.
Shoo, shoo baby
I would sing when you cried.
Shoo, shoo baby
It’s your very own lullaby

Dil chahe agar k chahu tujhe aur jada,
Pyar karu tujhe khud se jada,
Bana loo tujhe apna,
Kareeb aa jaun tere aur jada,
Jindagi tere naam kar doo,
Bandagi teri bana doo,
Bhar loo tujhko bahon me,
Pyar kar loo tujhe aur jada,
Kyun khafa ** jate **,
Kyun roothkar tum jate **,
Kyun bhool sab kuch jate **,
Jab dil chahta hai k yumhe yaad aaun aur jada,
Tumhe pyar kar loo aur jada,
Beet jayegi jindgani,
Kho jayegi apni kahani,
Roothna manana to hota hi rahta hai,
Kyun dard dete ** khud ko,
Sab jante ** tum agar,
Chahte ** yum agar,
Kyun rooth jate ** aur jada,
Dil chahta hai k pyar kar loo aur jada,
Na rooth tum jaya karo,
Na khud ko yun tadpaya karo,
Kabhi mere bhi ban jaya karo,
Yun khamosh na ** jaya karo,
Kyun khwab me aate ** tum,
Kyu saanso me bas jate ** tum,
Kyun yaad aate harpal aate ** tum,
Kya karu,
kaise khus rakhu tumhe aur jada,
Dil chahta hai k chahoo tumhe air jada,
Puar kar loo tumhe ur jada....

I love you ...
Misss you.

yeah, the serious ones
have babies, and finalise
being single by becoming
hubby or hub hub hub
hubby dub da'h satisfied
cupcakes (bake 'em
while they're monkey do dah dough)...
and the ones
never originating for a replica
had their poems treated
by a pop orchestra as unplayable,
because of the profit margins...
and the necessity of power
being kept for a country
a fraction of the tenths' of monaco,
because, after all... not everyone
nerved to tie a bow-tie for the occasion.