It’s My Heart That Speaks; I’m Only A Mouthpiece. Poem by Elorm Dogbo

If I could sing,
Its rhythm
Would fit in
The vibrations
Of the piano keys
It would be played at the orchestras
And then be listened
By the bourgeoisies
I would get this fame for you
Just take me as the pride
Of your life.

You see the dews
Of the early morning grass,
You see how the sun
Emerges from the clouds,
You see the horizon
At the end of the ocean,
That is how beautiful you are.
It’s not me,
But my heart that speaks,
I’m only a mouthpiece.

With your endless charms
Come into my arms
Demystify the feeling within my loins
Moisten the landscape of my groins
With the river
That flows from your valley.
The feelings within
Is stronger than the sea waves
It is shaking me
Like the earthquakes
It is burning me
Like the noon sun of April.
It’s not me,
But my heart that speaks,
I’m only a mouthpiece.

When I am in fears
They are of ever losing you
All these years
Dreams have been of you
If I ever shed tears
They would be for you.
When I write poems
In the days of valentine and Noel
The themes would be you.
I would leave where I was born
And hold live in your heart,
A place own by you.
It’s not me,
But my heart that speaks,
I’m only a mouthpiece.
So do not get mad at me.

I would keep what I feel
Within if it had been me
Because in situations like this
My life knows no bliss
I have always been jilted
And lived brokenhearted
My chances of being a Romeo
Had laid a millimeter to zero
Sour experiences have made me dumb
Though honey seems coated on my mouth
I hope it is well understood
When I say
It’s not me,
But my heart that speaks,
I’ve only been a mouthpiece.