(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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem