Cure A Wound Another Could Poem by Alem Hailu Gabre Kristos

The desire to wholly
Posses you
Was so great
Bitter and harrowing
Was the feeling, unfaithful
To memory's dustbin
You relegate.

At a loss how
My problem to solve
Crying out my heart
By a serene cathedral door
Myself to absolve
God blew on my way a dove!

With a tap
On the shoulder
A sympathetic
And cute girl
On par with
My ex-lover
If not better
'Believe me
There will come
A time you
Never recall
The heart sickness
Now you are
Taking tall! '

This way
In pure love
With this girl
I got on the ball
As she prophesied
Bitter memories
Forgetting all.

Cure a wound
Inflicted by one girl
Another could.