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