Be it far that I be enthralled to you
Your love will I interchange for leaven
As chicks despise the hunting raven
Will I hate words that from your heart ensue
The things I love about you are no more
Gone with the spell cast on the eye of love
We shall hence depart and tread separate paths
And leave no trace of goodbyes in the air.
You’re the very drought that smothered young plants
That strived to find succour in Savannah
Yes. That sluiced out life from our tender warmth
Your love is a bait. I’ve declared a fast.
Love as a wave exudes from collision,
Makes ripples but hushes to extinction.