Sweet Vine Poem by peace uchechukwu nwakanma

oh! you have revived me like a dying grain
have taken away my pain
you are an olive tree
an honey producing bee

you are a flourishing vine
producing my bossom wine
you posses the fragrance of lebanon
a faithful love, a life saving canon

you make me feel like a green cypress tree
under your shadow the fruit of ingenuity
is found in me; let me be to you
a rare thing to find

consider my words fair
if your inward i have stirred
live not blind for what i see binds
and rare to find
let us not live light spent and blind
consider these words of mine kind

let it quench your thirst as a true vine wine
a harmless charm springing forth
a humanely man, a sweet vine
my kind on my mind all the time
my sweet and fruitful vine