My coronary heart aches for love,
give me a sip from the cup of life.
My palms are bereft of your touch,
Let me feel your body on mine.
My lips are arid with sunny harmattan, moisture it together with your candy lips.
My feelings are dead as sombre and make them gays,
My spirit is falling apart,
give me a sugar glider so i can trap my breath.
My heart is in a riot,
Shroud me along with your love,
So, i can give my heart a candy solace.