Desaire Seared With Fire Poem by Alem Hailu Gabre Kristos

Though the sun
Is due to sink
Behind the hill,
Also it is high time
To foot the bill,
When "Ran out of time
He needs
A sprinted finish! "
Mockery is atop
On the rumor's mill,
As if time stood still,
In my lovesick heart
There is a hole to fill,
A hole resulting from
Unanswered algebraic
Love's drill
Once, smote by a girl
With charms dressed
To kill
And ironically
The sole physician
To prescribe for
The sickness
The right pill.

Still the eye-opener
And bitter-sweet love
Not to outgrow
I have the will,
Even with the knowledge
As her heart
Dwells elsewhere
My chance to get her
Is almost mill.

Despite she is a mom
On the other end of
The ocean
To her I give
Extra-normal attention.

As she is seared
On my heart
With fire
Stop shall not I
My desire!
Forget can't I
Her voice
Act and attire.

Why, why, why
Some one
Or some moment
I fail to forget
Till I die!

A reserved heart
As you swept me
Of my feet early
In life
Could not lodge
In my heart
Girls rife
Though hot on my heels
They attempted to be
My wife!