True Loveth Poem by Misganaw Chekole

(written in old school english) (message me if you want modern english)

True Loveth

This my nature/love poem written in old school english mixed in with modern day english.

Nature sings h'r song
the m'rning sun blossoming on the savannah
dew gouts riseth and falleth to the did grind

'mongst the summ'r breeze

The crisp of
autumn leaves swirling about

the merit wint'r coming slowely

The birds flying
amongst the heavens

The snoweth peak'd mountains in the distance

raineth falling from the skies
still mine own loveth f'r thee doe not die

I seeketh to findeth thee

i shall not giveth up
To has't mine own lips on yours

In the distance
a sunrise.

I caterwauling drops
of sorrow of joy

The stars vade to sillhouette moon
mine own whisp'rs wade to wisp

mine own heart beats with yours
coequal in mine own lasteth breaths
I but soft sayeth thy nameth

i seeth god at which hour i caress thy
lips

f'rev'r we embrace