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My days are endless without you. I ache to spend my life by your side. When I close my eyes, I see yours, Sweet, deep, and bright. I see your lips, full and inviting, Your kissy smile that melts my heart. I feel your warmth, face of your love, Your soft skin beneath my hands, Your beautiful neck beneath my touch, The curve of your perfect shoulders in my arms, The whisper of your breath in my ear. When will that day come, When I take you to *Kwatela* land, Lay you gently in *ekol*, Tame your fire in *atabo*, And spend long, glowing nights in *eteam*? When will you walk to my mother, Fetch her water from *akar*, Gather firewood for *akipeyore*, Skin *emesek* for a night feast, And prepare a meal that tastes of love? When will you wear *emunyen*, Brush *epìe* through your *ngamorog*, Wrap yourself in black *ngakuk* a signet you are marked as mine? When will I bring *eloto* to your home, And bargain your bride price with *Kata-apakang*? Then, when is the day of *ekumwa*, A great bull for the oath, A feast for two families becoming one. When will we stand at the eastern gate of your home, Your people blessing you goodbye, And I take you, *Nawi-apollon*, into my arms forever? When… when...When Still asking ?