Poetry

Haiku – I

A few men died once
It was the battle that he
Remembered always

Love was the disease
Relationship was the cure
And hate was the residue

I will wait some more
For the perfect girl to come
Age is a number

You will fall in love
You will find the heartache too
You know that’s life’s way

The war was upon
And we were anything but
Ready for battle

Yes, please die please die
I want some peace in my life
So die, please die, please

Mi estas viro
Ŝi estas virino tre bela
Mi amas ŝia tre multe