Dulce Amor Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Love dear, come on here, there is
a spring pasture,
Come here and drink some air raised by the supreme master.

Come on here, lamb! this is a deer camp,
Fly faster, entertain a bit of deer dance.
Come on here, still I am uncle, more playful.

Come on here, dear heart, nearer the stream shore,
Wind depart to restart rain, be part of nude nature, little more,

Come on here, sweet dear! there is civil war,
Since a decade, you do bear, come to river shore,

These ripples and tides 're always richer source
Of peace, they could end up your fear
And may bring a blue cheer on your face.

Come on here! dear soul restore your fate
Aah, spring wind is in motion floating
Over ripened berries with a fascinating gait.

Love dear, come here in weeping cheery pink shade.