Had I But Heart To Love At Lower Rate Poem by Moses Ocharo

Had I but heart to love at lower rate,
Had I but will to all these follies sire;
I'd wish then that we never thus been mate,
And if 'twere wrong let curses be my 'tire.
For all I've done and e'er wilt do is love
My love. This pains I've caus'd thy heart to bear,
How I doth wish to them away absolve;
To wipe away thy tears, assuage thy fear!
How cynical I now sound- you mightest think;
With Hope that thou, now mayest gladly forgive,
My soul, My heart restore, recast thy sink,
To love's stormtorn ocean- you'll thus perceive.
Since all the cards, our fate you now doth hold,
Then let thy heart unfurl or them enfold.