by Edward Kofi Louis
Tell him that i love him and,
I will die for him only;
Because, his love is like the lovely bird that sleeps in peace.
Your name is Assauer and i love you,
For my bucket is full of the sweet of love!
Your name is Assauer and your bucket is empty,
So come to me like the muse of the sea.
Like the days of Noah,
My mind is only for you my sweet one;
For i came, i saw, and i conquered!
But you came, you met and you followed;
For we are like the little birds far apart.