Tomorrow my lover, forever make love,
In the springtime of our lives above,
Tomorrow the flowers will gather their buds,
As we lovers gather in the singing woods,
Where the blood of Venus will envelop a kiss,
For the modest maiden, a bashful miss,
The Goddess will send her nymph to the woods,
To help the shameless bride reveal her goods,
Soon the harmless fun turns to naked love,
Where we both scream to the Lord above,
And the April showers drown the Spring,
And you gladly welcome the lust-full sting,
The male shower flows in his bride,
His body tall, all full of pride,
Soon the growing child, spreads inside
And the brightest star is born in time,
Now the body and mind of thought are filled,
In those singing woods that shocked and thrilled,
Where Cupid's arrows pierced two faint hearts,
Helping innocence to be teased apart,
Tomorrow my lover, forever make love,
In the springtime of our lives above,
Where the Winters’ lovers, at last we wed,
For the sake of love our everlasting friend.
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Be always safe,
Karen