You who have a mixture of milk and chocolate under your tongues and your lips drip honey like wild hives.
O winds of the south, O winds of the north come and spread the aroma of my Mrs
O sun of the skies, O stars of the galaxy shine and let my queen reflect the glow
O vines and apples of my gardens ripe and let my Love eat
O angels of the heavens cometh and guard my Love
O my love to you who I devote my royalty
To who I fetch a smile from
To whom I define and understand life
May you please be my wife
Be my one
And only mine