What worries you my love?
Your face is hardened like palm kennel
your eyebrows are kissing like my neighbour’s knees
your lips are tight like a virgin’s sweet pot
and your smile is gone on a hermit’s holiday.
Just the usual stuffs, my dear.
To tell you is to shadow the sun
Your smile brightens my day,
I can’t stand to lose it
Your smile is my world, my love
but you have lost it in a bag of thornes
worrying about these usual stuffs.
Tell me these that worries you
and if they shadow the sun
then we will become sun flowers.
I just might, my dear.
If you lose your sun
for these usual stuffs,
we most venture on
a journey to find it.
But first promise me, my love,
that this sun finding venture
would be ours.
You will not go off to find it
in the bosom of another
and I give you my words,
My sun would not be found
in the arms of another.