One For Sure (The Oath) Poem by Wesongah David

This I sure have,
To let it off me.

Should you decide to quit,
Decide that am no longer good for,
Then rest assured that,
As much as I shall be heartbroken,
I shall as well quit on you the very said moment.

And if you decide to,
Kill me slowly -painfully,
Smiling as you tear away at
Pieces of my feeble heart,
Then one for sure,
There will be no more heart to love you.

If I stand unpalatable to you,
Under the winter storms,
That you no longer need my warmth,
Then by jove I swear,
By the fireside that will -
My hands keep warm, shall,
Forget your warmth as the wood to ashes!

And if by shame you run ahead,
Leave me naked in the open streets searching
For an open island then,
One for sure when accommodated,
Shall never remember your once,
Inculpable accommodation.

But If with each passing season,
Each gliding day,
You keep reaching for me,
Coming closer to the central shrub of the soul,
Eternal glide as in your lips,
Climbing like a curly predator,
And seeking thy passion,
One for sure in me,
Same is repeated,
And never shall I let your hand go.