A Passing Stranger By Laura's House Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

Laura is a young woman i heard, beautiful
beautiful with a calm attitude and pleasant manners
She has a fair light and shimmering skin tone
Her hair grows long and brunette
her teeth are strong and white, the lips thick and soft
She is a tall slender and talkative;

She likes rubies and roses for presents
She has never separated nor involved with man
Friends rumor goes-she is for one man
and the man has not yet come, the man is not yet known
And the rumor continues that somewhere along her
kind heart the man is readily seen in the dream
I have since, evening by evening passed by Laura's house
Intimate by intimate i have become, with this route
by her house; the house doors are in line with the gate
where i always pass, her doors are always closed

The house is buried in thick hedge and this is why
i have never seen windows, noon by noon i one day hope
The sun will be fair and friendly when passing by Laura's house
and the doors will be fairly open; the hedge trimmed down
to clear windows, because morning by morning she is happily
asleep to see strangers while passing by.