Awful Animosity Of Your Love

Pants are just like a watchman on night shift patrol

When a crystal of dews spewed over a cold heart, 

Because mornings come with hot winds flying through the neighbourhoods

You always dread bad luck to my dreams and visions

The atmosphere of Kitgum can't threshold to give you a quarter of hope

To keep you the river between my desert soul

To make me a Majesty of your love

To give you blessings and grace about romantic engagement

You just stand to quilt away from the stars of our own making

Awful you horrors the necessity of kisses and cuddles onto your lips

When I want to whisper true love into your romantic world 

To take care of your eggs, build for you a reservoir of roses

Take you to the moon, whirl with you in the rain, and brush my hands with the succulence of your breasts 

I baptized you "A Woman of Desperation" 

You were so good and kind to my veggies in the field

You were so quiet to the beats of my heart that always keep you in praise

You were at most the rhythm in my violin strings that direct my palm to your rich kingdom

You were my Venus the Goddess of Love, The Juliet whom I drunk her juice

You, you, you lived in the mysteries of golden paradise in my heart

You have spoiled the honey in our basket this November with your Awful Animosity of Love....