Xandria's Love Song Disguised as One Who Hopes

(This is Written in Esperanto, English Translation Follows)

Nur mi ne estis direktita

sangis de tiu dia

oleo riĉa

dika

dolĉa

La ŝvito de ĝi

la Crimson

ruĝa

de Cherried

koloro

 

Scias ne de amo

sed de lia faŭltoj

Cuz ĉi tiu juna

virino

havis

ĉiam la

perseguidor

 

Chasing

antaŭtempa

neniam tuj

esti

reala

 

A M A S

 

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Only I was not directed

bled from that day

oil rich

thick

sweet

The sweat of it

the Crimson

red

of Cherried

color

 

Knows not of love

but it's faults

Cuz this young

woman

had

always the

pursuer (Been)

 

Chasing

prematurely

will never

be

real

 

L O V E

Reviews

[Brad Dehler]

I like this, thank you for sharing> The real love is matured, chased, pursued- yes but also coveted. Treasured.

[Khloevhr]

Absolutely. Love should also be understood, ehhh. Universally... Like Esperanto a failed attempt at a Universal Language. But what of matured, chased, pursued...Coveted...Treasured actions are Comprehended as for what it is. Face Value, or not. It's not just spoken word. It's a song...ringing the alarm. A Siren's persuasive...Sound. A Love Jam of Hope.

[Sami Khalil]

One word : Splendid...:)................

[Khloevhr]

Thanks, that is most kind. I did have this up earlier when I used to be active on Writers Café. I am happy you have read it and complimented my work. Dankon. (Thank You)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)