Permit me to Say

He who can speak
Call her who is behind the teak
For I hold in my hand a scroll
It has all her story that I want to roll
Let me get close to her
To speak to her there
I perceived your smile
So I travelled this mile
To whisper to your ear
What the coward will fear
Bright as the sun of East Africa
You make naked the darkest hour
Like the uncountable stars
Many are those who wished you bore them sons
As white as snow
The beauty of your heart show
Genuine is your love
I wished I could have

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