The Bride I Never Had

Sweet lily, second to none in goodness and in grace, I chose you from the cornucopia of cinnamons in my bouquet As your streamlined looks keep me sedated Your tender looks speaks of tales untold Even "Bacchus'" palm wine cannot match the euphoria of your embrace Ah! your luscious hips inspire me And when tomorrow comes, we will wed Beneath the cloudless climes I will hold you dear And like the He-goat and cassava, I will treasure you, For not to have loved you would have been treason against my heart !!!