Love Poem: O Quebec! Do Remember Me When I'M Gone
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Written by: Adedayo Farore

O Quebec! Do Remember Me When I'M Gone

A man who is yet to find for himself a maiden
       Absolute success yet, is he to find.
       If a sailor on his compass, found
       A permanent route without a storm enclosed,
       Thither eternally, his route may be.
       A maiden, a sweet thing is
       And you, my found maiden of course is
       Gibraltar of America, many call thee by
       But---------
       My maiden laid ashore the golden Sea,
       Yore of days, I’ve adored thee.
       Tho’ a pauper boy me
       ---------still, a string of topaz for thy neck
       In the stormy and rainy African nights
       I labored hard to inherit.
       O fair maiden of mine, I respect thee.
       A man who respects a lady not
       Shouldn’t be blessed with a lump of gold
       For he’ll never know its worth,
       When a lady,
       The unique eximious and exclusively expensive
       Heavenly precious stone
       --------he had failed to treasure most.

       O Quebec! My maiden laid ashore the golden Sea
       I’ve always dreamt of hugging thee
       Hoping when to Africa, with me you had come
       In my mud molded room,
       Behind my old raffia patched door
       --------on my new wunwuned mat, we’ll both lay;
       But now, old age is what I rapidly approach
       My head, gray hair will soon arrest
       I fear that,
       Kissing thy red lips, I may never get to do
       And lo! Marrying thee, that as well, I may never do
       But even in my heart, when in my 6feet home
       I finally lay interred,
       The memory and love of thee, still I’ll bear.

        My maiden laid ashore the golden Sea
        --------incase thy lips before I die
        I never get to kiss,
        O Quebec! Do Remember Me When I’m Gone.