The misty clouds of the lower heavens,

Shade-trees in rows of sevens.

The crystal-clear natural fountains,

and the magnificent resort mountains.

Every season brings a unique fragrance of the air,

whilst nature keeps entertaining like a funfair.

The serene skies embellished with the crimson sun at even,

this place sure seems to be the residue of Eden,

and the dwelling place of a soft-spoken Princess

adorned in diamond bracelets which are priceless.

Oh Lord  in deepest yearning I pray!

hasten my footsteps towards her today!

For I desire to make my intents known to the most elusive of Damsels

who inhabits a World perhaps exclusive to Angels.

No honour, no humour, no gesture could give me as much delight,

as the delight I take in her embrace so warm in a night

when eskimos yearn for the warmth of Tropical huts.

When I'm loathed, and contempt for me hurts,

in her Citadel of Love will I take refuge

for protection from worries so destructive and huge.