My Vine
My Vine
BY HEROLDOSMOND OWOSEB
Though thy leafs are dry in the winter
The taste of thy sweet love keeps my roots wet
Though thy stem doubt’th to see the fruit of it’s perseverance
With determination I anchor my trust in the smell of thy fragrance
Winds blow mightily along the seeds of my love but fear’th I not
For my love is not just a seed
It germinated long before the birth of the wind
My love a whisper so soft though so powerful
So fairy but always true
Though pictures of doubt overpower my state of mind during the day
A soft gentle whisper wakes me at night
“Do not frown, do not drown in the thought of loss
Thee will love and thee will be loved.
Thy heart will rejoice in the thought of everlasting happiness”
My beauteous queen
Though thee be uncertain of thyself and loose sight of thy beauty
I shall be thy eyes; I shall remove thy doubt
The echo of thy voice may drift out to sea
But the melody of thy song, will bring forth a soothing breeze to my soul
Forever I will write
For the color of my love ought never to be red
It will blossom with orange
For my love is neither dead nor fading
It is as fresh as the first day of spring
No longer will there be a winter
For the dangers of winter, are no longer dangers to fear
Simply reminders of my endurance
Though thy reply may faintly fade like the color of the leafs
The roots of my vine will be eternally impregnable
8 June 2011
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