Bound To Last Poem by Wafula p'Khisa

I won't stop loving you, even if time comes off its hinges
and brothers confront, with tools of death; settling ancient tribal scores
To my heart I'll hold, and shield you from raging fire
until the storm's over, thus rebuild shattered dreams with renewed energy!

When time grows wings and flies away, like a bird across the sea
Leaving us stranded ashore, waiting to sail across
I won't let the ground riot under your feet, fearing to break my bones
I'll bear your massive weight, from the north pole
through the equator, to the south pole-
Where dreams blossom, in fertile gold fields of the Savannah.

When the moon's down, and your youthful vitality gone
With the firmness & fullness of your breasts
that earned me sleepless nights before
electing you to govern my heart
Beside you I'll stand, like a committed soldier
dying for a cause he sacredly believes in!