O Lillie Poem by Fayssal Chafaki

Among Houses fairly dwelt were Lillie
Betwixt mountains and fountains chilly,
In cold waters, there, passed by ruin:
No sign were left and I spent sole June.

She were here with plenty memories
Her true beauty told stories,
Her lips, bound, with a loving tale,
Read to ‘very patient by Nightingale.

Oft, atime to sleep, the eye fell
Behind which it dreamt of dell
Safe and flowered, tranquil,
Where nobody felt ill.

O Lillie, dear, she said, begin
Please, what sense again we gin
If ye want me, me to marry,
I will be ready to carry.

Give a sign! Do ‘t, Hurry,
Now that love be still merry!
Or thee calling o’ love turkey,
That earnest door begets no key?

Sure o’ myself, what o’ you?
Days ha’e proofs in courses due
Mine feelings, need I them to know,
Better, my higher sentiments are not low.

If ‘tis shining and not enough
T’ mutter a word or to cough
Choose ‘n’ tell me what is after
For that value may be laughter!

If fog promiseth pure sight
Then flinting were the light
Ask thy heart, O attractive
Doth love keep in captive?

Those who escapeth a cage
Those who neglecteth the rage
Being fond of love
Ready to engage
Looking from above
Till the ends of Age.

Then close both we stay
What will hap t’ slender ray
When ‘tis caught no beam
Bluish, greyish, reddish or dim?

O Lillie, why have we then to depart,
Along which a way we say apart?
For we had been one hand ‘n hand
Until we became sent ‘n sand.

With the wind o’ the West,
Bleeding left were my chest
O Lillie, no tear were drop’th
But mine blood till I dop’th.