[ WP ] Do n't sing love songs You 'll wake my mother . She 's sleeping here , right by my side . And in her right hand , a silver dagger She says that I ca n't be your bride .

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 Oh how I dream of you, my love, 
 
 Our tender liaisons in the cove, 
 
 How I dread my daily life, 
 
 Their rigid definition of a sincere wife. 
 
 How I plead in my morning words, 
 
 And as the skies get cleared of birds, 
 
 I beg and beg and beg the society, 
 
 For none has mattered to me, than with you to be, 
 
 I cry for God to let them see, 
 
 Oh look at the injustice, they do, in the name of Thee, 
 
 How can they cite a fixed path to God, 
 
 When it is in you that I seek my Lord. 
 
 How can they dictate the terms of Union, 
 
 My support and creditors of birth are alas a part of their religion. 
 
 The feminine beauty of both our bodies, 
 
 Are held back from consummation, they term our purity as our follies. 
 
 They call us gay, I read it happy, 
 
 But they have bound me here, when they heard we want to marry. 
 
 With stealth of cat, climb to my sill, 
 Bring those poisned darts, there's a chaperone to kill.
