Am’rous - Poem by Panche Kovachovski
With every beat of my am’rous heart,
My happiness is getting vaster; it canst touch the sky,
When we are severing, my mind is apart,
I drown myself in tears; I cry and cry and cry.
Aye, thy lips are so pretty, more pretty then a thousands stars,
Thy eyen shines, more then the summer sun,
Thou art my Venus, I am thy Mars,
I fight for thee, I live for thee; from thee, I will never run.
Like a torchbearer I will lead thee through this dark life,
I will be thy paramour, ‘till the Judgment Day,
And if anybody tries to stop us on our journey, we will strife,
With our pure hearts, we will clear our way.
We will be victorious; our love will never languish,
It will never fade away, it will never perish.
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