Assurance Poem by Bieze Josphat

Speak words sweet to hear
Speak without fear
Speak I'm right here
Speak to me Sophia.

Speak of a budding love
Of the crescent moon above
Speak to your restless Dove
Words that would calm my nerves.

Thaw the doubt I dread
Confirm words you said
Honest words are living bread
Budding love with it be fed.

Speak, heir to our village chief
Speak your sacred motif
Spare me thoughts of grief
Give my disturbed mind royal relief.