Holding Out? Poem by Ishimwe Pacifique

May I hold out without you?
Yea'I held out some of your parts in me,
Hence, let me hold out for your return,
Hope that soon Ill bedo crying and wondering dubiously,
But singing blissfully delighted songs.

Oh! My exploded rock will be smiling,
Praising Mighty and the creator of all,
Thanking my inner one for his injunction and exhortation,
B'se my grievances will have been snatched away.

My gist will be unshackled,
And I ll be free,
My heart will no longer run sluggishly or hastily,
Will be normal as the others' are,
Ill no longer carry that heavy burden again.

I wait'd for you strenuously and laboriously,
without closing my eyes even one second,
Hoping to behold you coming back,
And lest I lose my fragrant flower,
But soon Ill loosen up lying in your arms.

Manana won't be continuing being manana,
We'll be together outwith leaving each other,
Well be unbreakable tree watered with love,
None will depart, just jointly in our golden paradise,
only Caring, singing and joking sweetishly and amusingly.