Author: Kelvin Annorson
I went down to see if blossoms were on walnuts trees, grape-vine and fruit trees.
And I will climb that trees and cling to its branches.
But in my imagination l was suddenly riding on a glorious chariot.
That’s love , the ecstasy between a man and a woman,
Thus love can’t be drowned by oceans or floods,
It can’t be bought no matter what offered.
The passion of love bursting into flames,
And looking at you bring me great pleasure,
Your hair fine like linen and wavy,
Black as a raven, and your eyes are those of a cooing dove.
With one glance from your face,
I hope to see daylights come and shadow fades away
With heart and soul I searched for you on the mountain slopes,
But wasn’t there. I entered your heart of garden and taste its delicious fruits and drink from your fountain of pure water.
Our love is more powerful than death,
Stronger than the grave,
And in the shade of cedar and cypress tree,
The fresh green grass shall be our weeding bed…
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