Sweet Wine In New Calabash

How Blissful Thy Smiles Honey In Thy First Lob Into My Arms The Grin Of Thy Upturn'd Mouth So Sweet When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines When I Taste The Sweet Of Thy Breathes In Thy Kisses Merrily Must I Drink Of A Rare But True Romance In The Air How Blessedly The Day I Glimpse Thee In Barefoot Thou Strut To Stream Carting Water Calabash I Wish You Were Mine Not? And Where It A Dream? Now Thou Lie Cleav’d In My Love Sweet Wine In New Calabash The Scent Of Thy Breathes Like Fresh Wine Recline Thou In My Promise Under My Thatch’d Roof