Sherifview Poem: I Fell in Love with Asmae of Meknes
I am going to Meknes
Going to Meknes
Going to see Asmae
Going to see my love
She is the rose of the mountains
She is the flower of Morocco
I will ride the air to meet her
will the count the seconds to hug her
I will hold my arms around her
I will kiss her
Whisper in her ears
I love her
She will be my bride
Going to Meknes
Going to see Asmae
Going to see my love
She is the rose of the mountains
She is the flower of Morocco
I will ride the air to meet her
will the count the seconds to hug her
I will hold my arms around her
I will kiss her
Whisper in her ears
I love her
She will be my bride
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