I would have pulled you closer, and stolen a kiss.
To kiss you: passionately, as if I'd never see you again.
Yet, my restraint was in vain, and stroke amiss.
For I've only become more entangled, without your silken nectar dancing across lips.

Turning a blind eye
Also, intimidated to
Challenge the autocrats "Why? "
I condoned the slaying
Of the honest and workaholic
Subordinates on integrity's altar
Allowing on my conscience
An indelible scar.

My love is like to ice, and I to fire
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented manifold?
What miraculous thing may be told,
That fire,which all things melts,
Should harden ice,
And ice,which is congealed with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the courses of kind.

ፍቅሬ እንደ በረዶ ነች

ፍቅሬ እንደ በረዶ ነች እኔደሞ እንደሳት
ታዲያ እንዴት ሆኖ ነው ዝምታዋ የበረታው
በፍላጎቴ ግለት ያልቀለጠው ያልተረታው፣
ይልቅ በቀረብኳት በተማፀንኳት ቁጥር፣
በረዶ፣ በበረዶ ላይ ሚጋግር!
ደሞስ እንዴት ይሆን
የኔ ፍም እሳት
በልቧ ቁር የማይጠፋ የማይዳፈን
ጭራሽ ሙቅ ላቤ የሚንቆረቆር፣
የፍቅሬ ቋያ ሚበረታ እያደር?
ታዲያ ከዚህ የላቀ ምን ታምር ሊነገር፣
ሁሉን አቅላጭ እሳት በረዶ ሲጋግር!
በአንፃሩ ለመኮማተር የማይቸገር
በረዶ ፣ሲሰትዋል ሳተ አንድዶ!
እንግዲህ እንዲህ ነው ጉልበቱ የፍቅር
የነገሮችን ኡደት አፋልሶ የሚቀይር!
(ኤደመንድ ስፔንሰር)//