Go to Lover,
If you see her, tell her I want to love her
If she sees you, tell her my love wants her
When you meet her, tell her how my love is on-dying
When she meets you, leave my dying love
To live on with her
If love be a trombone, I'd feel its slow
Slide right down my backbone
No!, Will i live to love her?
Or, should i love to love her?
If love be an ocean, let me fall in
If her love be a trumpet, keep on blowing
But if she asks whose soul errand do you go
Let her know its from the one who loves her, so
If you see her, give her my love.

- McDaniels Afangideh