Sylvia Ii (My Eternal Dame) Poem by Jerryman Appiahene Gyamfi

From that look –
Flawless seraphic stare,
In whose warmth
My very soul rejoices –
Comes my solace.

Amidst that aura –
Heaven's chef-d'oeuvre,
Whose mysterious touch
Reels me out of my deep slough –
Resides my redemption.

Then, from an appalled soul,
I cry out
In shattering racket
My guilt of unworthiness
To deaf-muted Heavens.

For I have not a dime,
Nor possessions, nor fine arts
Worthy of thee
Than to keep the flames
Of my love perpetual.

So, with unrelenting strength,
I'm drowning my desires
To catch eye with you, grin and say,
“Hello my eternal dame,
How gracious thou art”,

And ride on the wheels of love –
Like Damon and Pythias –
The miles of this fleeting life
Hand in hand, with your head
Proudly resting upon my shoulder;

For that which is gained
Is meant to be lost;
And the moment I hold you
In my enfeebled arms,
The very moment Fate,

With a heart weighed down
With envy, grudge
Us our love – our paradise –
And sever asunder
Our souls into weariness.

But who is man to dispute
The savagery of his Master?
And so I bow my head
And forever sidle past you
In shadows of a stranger –

Not in fear, not in pusillanimity,
But in inevitable complaisance –
So as to wrought sempiternal
This vehement passion
For my eternal dame – you.