There is a lady sweet and kind
was never face so pleased my mind,
I did but see her passing by
And yet I love her till I die.
Her gesture,motion,and her smiles,
Her wit,her voice my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart,I know not why
And yet I love her till I die.
Cupid is winged and doth range,
Her country so my love doth change
But change she earth or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die!
(Anonymous)

አለች ጥሩ እመቤት የምትናፈቅ ሴት

ማራኪ ጥሩመቤት
አለች አንድ የምትናፈቅ ሴት!
አስደሳች ፊቷ
ይሰጠኛል የውስጥ እርካታ!
ሥታልፍ በደንብ አይቼአታለሁ
ግና እስትሞተ አፈቅራታለሁ!
በእንቅስቃሴዋ
በግሩም ፈገግታዋ
በድምጿ
ልቤ ይርዳል፣
ልቤ ለምን አንደሚርድ
ባላወቅም
‘ሷን ማፍቀር አላቆምም!
‘ንደሚታወቅው ኩፒድ
(የፍቅር መላክ )
ክንፍ ስላለው
የሚጓዝ ነው፣
ፍቅሬ ወደ መሬት
ወይ ወደ ሰማይ ብትቀየር
አላቆምም ‘ሷን ማፍቀር!
(ያልታወቀ ደራሲ)

waking up
now reminds me more of
digging up bones,
rather than skipping stones.

water isn't all that I hyped it up to be.

I drove miles and miles just
to discover
that the heat was broken,
and that your affection
is more of an illusion
than an authentic token,
wrapped in ***
and compassion.

Through metal weights
and steel plates,
I make a living.

Through some sort of
endless storm,
I will live

the darkness will ultimately illuminate all of the light and altruism that we have to bring to this world.

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