Be My

I want you to be the breastplate on my chest as I fight the spear with which I strike down the enemy's battalions Be my missle and let my launch you farther than the eyes can see. Be the hisbiscus in my garden let the scent of your lavendar fill my room like a sweet perfume, let it marinate my atmosphere In collabo with warm smile of the sun Be my eba, even my dodo for you're softer than Amala even without salt, you can never go sour you need seasoning, because you flourish in and out of season Be my mother and wean me like Your child Feed me with your pure milk and let me taste your innocence whisper love to my ear tell me the tales of the moon as i lie daily on your shoulder, in the bosom of thy love.