Speechless Princess And A Hitch-Hiker

Hey! My strong ebony Though you are black, In the pitch darkness I can see your beauty. When you smile It’s like a crescent moon In this haunted sky. Does your big headed father will allow me to take your hand? If you are willing to live in my hermitage Then I can forward all my credentials. Though we speak a different tongue Hope it’s not an obstacle for our love? Oh! It’s very tiresome effort And your silence is an annoy to me. My beloved black tulip Could you please answer me? “Am I ugly? ” The soil is not tasty my dear But the tree of love grows there And bloom fragrant flowers Which produce sweet fruits?