O daughter of Tsumba
if you go to town
go find my beloved and tell him
That i am sick with love
My beloved is a young stag
whose mandrakes give forth fragrance
Tell him money cant quench love
for love is strong
neither floods can't drown it
All wealth of his house
i don't care about all
Tell him to make haste
Tell him to be a gazelle
He used to sustain me with rasins
He used to refresh me with apple
For i am sick with love
o daughter of Tsumba
Tell him love is better than wine
and I can't bare to see
All maidens after him
o daughter of Tsumba
Tell him to burry the hatchet
I am know a changed being
dying because her lover left
Tell him to make haste
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Author:
imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a love poem,the poem uses excessive repetition to bring emphasize on what message the friend should deliver to the lover .the lover { the him} and the persona seem not to be in good terms. a reflection of what love is sometimes, ...\\\"that am sick with love\\\" being left makes one depressed and feel sick. but also our actions is the cause why we are left. the persona hopes his lover would forget all the wrongs and......
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Excellent
Excellent write! I love the allusions to the Song of Solomon, which adds to this poem's richness. Well done! And welcome to MPS!!! 🌹👏
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