A Wistful Love Song Poem by Sochukwu Ivye

Your heart holds strength to drip and contain peace
This mould drains nerves but you not spend a piece
Nights rouse my heart to hand him thoughts on you
Days ooze gloom but light my psyche with your hue

Chance I thought had cleared my eyes about things
while now in my dazed head your grand touch rings
The least known health for fondness I should nurse
but shunning your worth would do my stance curse

The days gone made me of hushed touching songs
Now your snapshots in my head right tense wrongs
My spurned love and hushed music thus throws off
You rouse my strengths and raise me from a trough

You seized space and raised your realm in my heart
Your presence has owned my breath since the start
Your footfalls bring no strange guests past my ears
I could place them with eyes stitched shut for years

Fate has marked our homes beneath the same roof
Who doubts that luck trails me may bare their proof
My best loved soul's time and mine lodge fenced in
My love is spurned and my dream wears hence thin

We hear that soulmates squash gloom in our souls
You breed my peace though we play opposed roles
You breathe God's likeness but grant the least heed
That paints your unharmed breed and mystic creed

God's crown saves the boundless prize for the pure
but dressed in vast charm, my whole world you lure
Life groomed you to soothe my heart shorn of faith
My doubts shrink; so I might breathe a blithe wraith

You are my straightest course to God's brave realm
Your poised voice and tranquil mien clasp the helm
My psyche is grown to hug whom bears your name
Paths that steer your taste and mine turn the same

My soul lays wounds when my eyes meet your legs
Those legs bear your grace for which my soul begs
They spun else thoughts but wake my rare worship
Stretched pillars of your health and poise they strip

Your footfalls croon through blocks to find my soul
The message from your fair limbs grows me whole
Those garden-fresh limbs herald what dwells close
They would foil earth here and the stones it throws

The tunnels through which your beauty flows down
The favoured path those legs tread sheds its frown
This passage cures my world and clears my breath
My veins and bones are cleansed to slow my death

This form of warmth and none else wraps my mind
More heights past this strength my fad will not find
Countless moons might thus meet me a lone youth
Chance has not merged us but you please my truth

Your gleam lights my heart to watch against gloom
Strength fills my sack to witness my dreams bloom
Should countless months want to build us, I please
They may sleep for the grave does no soul squeeze

Though a few more years we could both have earth
I could throughout most years comb for your worth
Like Noah braved months to launch the famed boat
which a few weeks' flood, as God knew, would float

Eyes glimpse your merits but your home sees more
A cutlass tends whom comes through the rear door
This wide-eyed and nosing house my dream braves
I should grow bright and fetch what my soul craves

This piece gleams most among my themes on love
Verse that glides through my soul to greet the dove
These words judge my thoughts on you my content
Bliss that strayed in what one-time passions meant

This road looks the farthest my dream has crossed
My head is not robbed of breadth though looks lost
Except God, you came the best worlds would flaunt
None else in their prime could do your height daunt

When my eyes greet yours, my soul springs to bliss
When your eyes gift mine your smile, our souls kiss
Would that my soul's fullness an eye could glimpse
To guide my views to close breasts, my voice limps

The breath of God, through my heart, fans my brow
I could climb heights and walk through gorges now
To unfurl your heart which grounds unknown furled
I would spend, besides breath and health, the world

Our eyes paint our still minds when we trade words
This here is as though we penned some tame birds
To conceal our hearts' warmth, we freeze our tones
The cold hands of our masked truth prod my bones

How these signs roused to hand no clear message!
Could this blank news not mean a hushed presage?
These years should, not better but not worse, rouse
When my soul lolls worst, my flesh might not house

Eyes can meet the shushed fears you push to mask
and your held warm smiles in which fond eyes bask
You stretch your good self to some strange defeats
Free your strained heart; grant her the worthy treats

My strength slumps when I wake my spelt romance
when my legs were trapped in your maze-like dance
What struck my heart thus loose to pluck the crown
but grew yours in strength to let kind dreams down?

Desire filled my heart and weighed down your verve
That might have lured this ceaseless cold you serve
Discernment spurned my psyche and thus still does
but my stretched heart for you makes my faith buzz

The word-craft brain, Chisom, your tropes are spells
Your words fare well with what in else minds dwells
To leave my face clean and flame strong, you watch
but your fears that heed fore years none can scotch

My views and deeds might have betrayed my hopes
Now, my heart looks false, and as though he gropes
As my heart hopes that things come to whom waits
my staunch faith and work will grace my heart traits

Your heart dwells the most charming my eyes know
Chance walked my eyes there times next to your no
My eyes felled your doors but soon were dismissed
Thus, by your wholesome grace my breast is kissed

Well, my lone thoughts bear your home with a smile
My heart kneels down and courts your mind in style
When my notes spurn you, I brave countless threats
True; whilst the heat feels too close, the aim sweats

That I should charm the crown tempts my cold care
She could yield loose or serve my rout smelled bare
The madman who talks and laughs my breast spies
since my challenged soul now breathes in his guise

Dumeje's marked eyes and mind prompt more drive
Who plucked the four-leaf clover should soon thrive
His luck would guide our stuck hearts to the church
where priests lie that the grave keeps our last perch