Oritsemolebi Eric Atie

I see her
Though it be yonder
Still I kneel to surrender
As though her body renders.
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Love oh love
What have I done to thee
That I suffer thus?
It's thee I seek
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I watch and dream
I hope and wish;
What clan I claim?
Whose land I grace?
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Oh how I've missed your touch
How I've missed you little droplets
Racing down from above
As though sent by the creator himself
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My eyes shall see no more
Than I have made it seen,
Nor shall my ears yield to any tongue
That spits out to the wind.
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Aroused by this drear state
One not deemed by faith
Nor feigned by fear
To muster such dreadful cheer
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On and on she goes
With a shining glow,
A dark effigy of Helen
Has got me falling.
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Give me a crown of thorns
And scourge me off my maidenhood
Wear me a ring of barbs
And bind my fingers to serve you
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