A Lover Boy's Song Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

Bang! Is the worst occurrence
Though man live upright and gale
As stiff two siamese are two
We are two so And need no part.


O fair rose
Thy fairness laughs,
Glamours amidst thorns
Drought flee from thee
My fair rose


Forlornness are never thy character
Ti’s thy talking smile
Flee for gold, no!
Flee from thee, never! !
As weaver bird and its nestling


Haphazardly minded
Thou halt made me
O’ shout of gladness
For I have seen solace
So comforted and tender


Desert thee, Thy fellow nurture
Thy pretty heart
Accept my knocks
As I go into thy warm arms.