By Victor Emmanuel Uwah
Though your unrelenting heart will not kindly yield
To melt the ice from your tender breast,
Yet will that love in me not be killed
In order to spoil my joy and rest.
But should your conflicting mind be resolved at last
And I be blest with your warm embrace,
Then my loneliness will soon be past
And my faithful heart rewards your grace.
Worlds of fun and loving wonders we then will see.
Together our souls will melt in one.
We will to each other servant be;
Of sorrows and pains there will be none.
Oh, this heart of mine, once in love it deeply falls:
Where’er you are, whether high or low,
I promise to ever heed your calls
And with zeal to keep your heart aglow.
The way you look at me brings back distant mem’ries,
And so is it when you call my name –
’Tis thus I know there’re still some myst’ries
Concerning the place from where I came.
If it were easy I would have left you alone,
But since it is not, harden not your heart.
Bless me, Queen, and make my love your own –
I pray you, tear not my heart apart.
Count not my condition to my disadvantage:
To you, Dear, I do my heart resign.
Refuse me not, but heed this my page:
Tell me, my Love, that now you are mine.
- Victor Emmanuel Uwah, Poems From Without, 1997
