Deceitful Woman Poem by Gabriel Owino Jr.

My lady

You follow the road to no return
Yet in your bossom
Suffers my stolen hurt

You wish to abandon my world
And live freely
With my heart for a slave

I told you to watch over my heart
But greed loved you first
That you took it for yourself

So tell me
Who shall beat for my heart
My blood runs cold
And yours is that i thirst

Hear my fading sighs
Is this not enough for sympathy
Listen, as my lips they dry

Oh woman

Think of me as peasant's son
Drowning in the sweet nectar
Of your deceitful love

And there goes my last breath
Come quick, come quick
That my soul not be snatched