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My Pretty Lotus Resting In Peace

 

It was only seventy three years ago a pretty

princess was born in the Isle of Fiji

She was to become my pretty Lotus and give me all

the glory of my life to see

My maiden lived with no other thought than to

love and be loved by me

She was born to serve and give her tender loving

care to everyone and me

 

I was a teacher and she was a teacher to blend as

one as live in the village of Botini

We loved with a love that was more than love and

got married with scrutiny

Our love life was winged to fly the world and enjoy

life that was my lotus and me

The reason for all our truth, beauty and goodness

in family life was all her tranquillity

 

When the sun rose, the day went by and the

evening came she was always there

To gather the family together and ensure that

everything we needed was always there

Our love was much stronger and deeper than the

love of all those lovely birds

The angels in heaven above and the lovers on the

earth adored us as lovebirds

 

Our family life went on for ages all smooth and full

of ecstasy and glorious time

Strong winds blew, hotter sun came out and it

rained and thundered some time

My pretty lotus stood firm and strong for half a

century caring for us all

But the cruel storm came out one morning and

made my darling fall

 

Now the day comes and goes but the nights are

harder to spend in peace

I no longer long for the moon and the stars because

my life is on a short lease

 

There are dreams that bring my pretty lotus to me

to talk and give me some peace

Now I see my darling, my life and my bride

travelling to heaven to rest in peace

 

My life goes on as my beloved had asked me to

spend and conduct

My angel is sleeping soundly and I have many

duties and tasks to conduct

Let no more storms come and disturb me because I

do not want my dreams to end

I do not want to dissever my soul from the soul of

my pretty lotus and her end.