The luxurious tresses fall over a graceful shoulder,
Her eyes liquid pools, a Doe ,she smiles, face full of
Kindness and love and innocence. If I fancied her,
Who could blame, for she was the best friend of
All! That innocent yet kind smile have I never seen!
The lack of guile, and readiness to smile, away the
Woes of life was her forte. We used to play games
Of childhood, and when she went away, sadness
Enveloped us. But who can stop the flow of time ?
Oh, I had to go away to another place to study!
Now, all that remains are fragments of memory,
A perfect smile to remove the pall of sadness,
The tinkle of laughter, the scent of incense dispel
The shards of indifferent times! An image of beauty,
Sheeba incarnate, a Queen of the land of Axum!
It was a friendship of childhood innocence, games of
Fights and reconciliation! We fought in morning by
Evening became friends, to share stories about fairies
And demons. The pain of separation all forgotten in
Games of childhood. A woman who’d be my Guenet!