God gave you your daughter
For such a little while;
He put a bit of heaven
In the sunshine of her smile.
He took dust from
The brightest twinkling stars
And made her sparkling eyes;
And now, she’s gone back home to God,
To play up in the skies.
And though she left so quickly
That your hearts are grieved and sad,
We know she lives with God
And her small heart is glad.
And though your precious darling
Was just a rosebud small;
She’ll bloom in all her beauty
On the other side of the wall.


ለጥቂት ጊዜ

እግዚአብሔር አላችሁ
“ሚጡን ለጊዜው እንካችሁ!”
አቤት ከንፈርዋ ሲፈለቀቅ፣
የፀሐይ ጮራ ሲለቅ፣
ናሙና የገነት፣ የታተመበት!
ደሞም ሰራ፣
ዘግኖ አቧራ፣
ከብሩህ ከዋክብት፣
ዓይኖች የሚረጩ
የቀለም እርችት!
ግልፅ ነው እንደምትኖር፣
ከእግዚአብሔር ጋር፣
ደሞም እናውቅ፣
ትንሻ ልቧ
በሐሴት እንደምትጥለቀለቅ!
ምንም እንኳ ውድ ልጃችሁ
ብትሆንም ለጋ እንቡጥ ፅጌረዳ፣
እርግጥ ነው በስቲያ ከዛኛው ግርግዳ፣
ደምቃ እንደምትፈነዳ!
(በሔለን ስቲነር ራይስ)

With a gentle flap of his wings
He settles on a branch
Unseen by mortal eyes
The immortal retrieves an arrow from his quiver

He looks down his bow
Looking for someone, anyone
That might need a shot to the heart
To give them courage to confess the feelings this cherubic angel is known for

As he scans the horizon
He spies them sitting side by side
Oblivious to their surroundings
They only have eyes for each other

The Roman God of Love
Puts his arrow to his bow
He draws his arm back and prepares to shoot
He strains his ears to listen for a perfect moment to strike

And with a widening of the eyes
And a sharp intake of breath
He lowers his weapon
And with a smile and a voice not meant for earthly ears, he says
"I am the Son of Venus. I am the god of love and I am not needed here. True love has triumphed once again."

With a mighty beat of his wings
He shoots into the sky
Leaving the lovers whose hearts the husband of Psyche heard, beating in time with each other
Hearts filled with the flames of love that needed no help from Cupid

Cupid must have shot me twice
For you have fooled me twice
**** that arrow
Brings tears and sorrow
Oh stupid cupid
Please take back that **** arrow
And don't shoot my heart again, ever.

Spinnin’ runnin’ circles on my mind like a roller coaster
Feelin’ feelings of fumbles and tackles I ain’t supposed to
Facin ‘ the loss of a good person just like I remember
In December suspected the fallin’ out but things were simpler

Happier times and facin’ the world – we were together
Smiles and happy vibes all around – birds of a feather
Can’t seem to pinpoint the exact moment within our history
When everything was fallin' apart like an unsolved mystery

Connection so sacred, how can this love turn into hatred?
She ain’t the one? I’m guessin’ it’s time to exit the matrix
Face the world at its bleakest gettin’ tired of all this fake ****
Cupid’s venom radiatin' on a regular basis

Stasis at its most basic got me feelin’ like an instrument
Gettin’ played by many different women  - a state of detriment
Turnin’ to Howard Hughes – isolation within the bachelor pad
Couldn’t accept the division of us - guess this is the aftermath.

I can't look at other girls without seeing your face
and the space it fills up while spilling the waste
of a bad days taste left stale on my tongue
while you clean it with yours, cupid's arrow is plunged
inside of my heart as it's strung onto yours,
a zipline to glide on and slide in your core.
I look to my compass, your smile is north,
when the sun goes down, it shines even more.
And scorn from jealousy the sun may just mourn,
but returning to you from the darkest of storms.
So if ever I get lost in this great big world,
my home I will find from your lips when they curl.

The sadistic little cherub.
Inflicting painful love.
He isn't sensible, he isn't kind.
He doesn't care- for heart or mind.
He flies on fluffy angelic wings.
And golden arrows he absently flings.
He hits his target every time.
To make a sane man's pain sublime.
Into the hearts of unsuspecting victims.
He pierces and then watches
them.
Falling in with reckless loves.
Fools and martyrs they become.
And all for a baby angel's fun.

Boxes of chocolate,
Bouquets of roses for you.
All alone today.
This tanka is meant for you,
Kiss my *** you god of love.

Cupid,
Before valentine's day is over,
Please impale my broken heart with your arrow,
So that my heart can think of someone else,
Because it's not nice to think of someone you lost.