Dedicated to true valors of love
There is a beauty I cannot not be whimsically captured by and be slave to in awe of majesty of its greatness.
There is a law against which my will power doesn’t have strength of resistance.
There is a feeling more than just a feeling, cheap to call it so, worthy of more than a life and, which deserves even death of a hero of integrity in pursuit of it.
Taste of a classy wine, desire of a lively soul, commitment of a loyal soldier and sacrifice for a cause to which allegiance is the only proper response; all added up, never aspired or inspired me the way your soulful smile does.
I hear your song in the silent dead of night. Unique is; tricks of a villain and courage of a hero, combined, make our love story a colorful masterpiece of an art.
Neither comedy nor tragedy defines what we are going through as love has already taken the lead and hope is only on the finish line.
This makes the art of our love unique in its kind. Axis around which my success story revolves is gaining or losing you. It is worth it to be sick because of loving you.
Loving you is the second greatest choice I have ever made as it is lesser than only worship. You are the only living soul who understands what I mean when I say what I say.
As a father of all men said, “At last!” I exclaim. “She is part of my own flesh and bone! She will be called ‘woman,’ because she was taken out of a man.”
This explains why a man leaves his father and mother and is joined to his wife, and the two are united into one.
By Mengistu Assefa May 21 2017)