Of all the fame of man..
Of all poetry there's love
Great love of Elysium..
Here, our love begin today, believe..it will not die
In the country yard high
It becomes
Our love...I tear
My love for you will never die
My love for you will always be high
You shall be buried in benue
I shall be buried in niger
On a faithful day a rain will fall in our country yard
Shaking the soil of our land.
Waking the bones of our forefathers
Reuniting the powder of our carcass
Through river benue and river niger at the confluence of lokoja
Here our love begins again
I love you angel but only death see us apart.
When I summon your name..respond
..angel of my time!
Queen of my time!
Only you I love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem inspires thoughts of a better place, don’t we all wish to capture our own Elysium? I see love in your acceptance of death and certainly can invision this kind of love to be endless. Great poem!