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?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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