Caliofe My Love Poem by Shabati Dokyu

Caliofe My Love



I rowed my oars to reach your profound love
The air I've flown like a dove from above
I have crossed a desert so desolate
In order to attain love sweet to taste.

I’ve fought and fought countless battles for you,
And hewn and hewn countless men for your due.
My owned gory hands murdered for your love
With my owned mind battered along hereof.

Now I am sinned of the countless hewn dead
Without any consolation to mend.
‘Tis correct to reform through a gibbet,
The gallows which will adequate my debt

Caliofe my condolence I foy
I am sorry to murder you within Troy.
Your love which I long began to seek
Ended with the will of Menelaus the Greek

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