So I promised to come soon
And take you to the moon.
I declared with my deep voice
That you were my choice.
We knew that our instincts were right
And we couldn’t afford to fight.
Wrangles couldn’t bring us down
‘cause I’d love to see in a wedding gown.
Now why should we fall for these trends
That cuts the bond between friends?
Do you want to stop this boat
‘cause of the weeds in river moat?
Pump sense in me
‘cause yours I want to be.
Be my albumen, and I’ll be your yolk
To protect you, my young folk.
Would this blend last forever
When we’re this much clever?
Would your folks embrace
This man from a foreign race?
They say that these tribes
Have never had the same vibes,
That would expose the vipers
And introduce hate wipers.
It’s only your pot that would carry my love
‘cause it’s blessed from above.
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