Under the ancient baobab tree, where roots embrace the earth so deep, we whisper secrets, you and me, in shadows where the spirits sleep.

Your hand in mine, so soft, so strong, a touch that speaks a thousand dreams, in the heart where we belong, our love flows like the mountain streams.

The wind sings through the branches high, a symphony of whispered grace, underneath the Kenyan sky, I lose myself within your face.

Your eyes, two stars in twilight’s glow, reflect the fire of our desire, in this sacred space, we sow a love that nothing can retire.

Barefoot in the red, rich soil, we dance to rhythms of the past, in your arms, I find no toil, only peace and joy that last.

The baobab’s shade, a canopy, protects our love from worldly fear, with every kiss, my heart is free, knowing you are always near.

Our laughter echoes in the night, as moonlight bathes the land in white, your touch, your breath, your heart’s delight, fills my soul with purest light.

Together, we face dawn’s embrace, our love a beacon shining clear, under the baobab, we find our place, in this world, my darling dear.