O Mariam !
Can I touch your gentle face
When Angels descend down the snowy hills
I see you numbered among the pure
Just today I met a sweeter gem
Her purity was like a soft scented scarf
How I long for your dripping juice
Let me sing the Amharic song
And kiss her lips a thousand times
When all the house has gone to bed
I will tip toe into her private arms
And suck the honeyed nectar of her love
Let me sit at your sculptured feet
And be your hunky king
And she smiles!!!
by our guest writer Manngoime