THE MAN WITH WHOM I SHARE MY LOVE

I share my wife

with an axe man,

whose heart lie

to buy her cries.

My potential wife wears iinocent,

but bad saint casts her spells

that makes her run from our blanket.

she fears am cruel.

I told her him,

she says she knows not him.

She tells me lie all time.

The worst is her smile.

I know him from a street,

we live fifteen miles from the stream;

he greets me like my priest,

but eats also from my oxen’s honey.