Woman, I Do Not Color

Mwanamke, I write about you Every time I think of you I paint you with honor You're mine, I do not color. I use a special paintbrush I take my time, I do not rush I focus on who you are In my heart, you're a star. I paint your lips with honey Then I kissed them. Like a bee I feel overjoyed. You put me in heaven Because you are an oasis of fun. Zhinka, you're darned right You're constantly at my sight Smiley bird, I do not color I love painting you with honor. Your heart is red And my heart is fed By the same blood We are the same mud. You're indeed unforgettable You are always wonderful Sometimes, I am forgetful In my heart, you're incredible.