The phase of my love to you and,
The phase two of my act towards your muse;
Obsessed by my wealth and the elegance of your joy!
But, it is natural to express the feelings of jealousy at times.
To look attractive ans to smell sweet;
The natural act,
To look lovely and to look smart;
But, why should someone hurt you my love?
For, i will cry in my grave if i fail to fulfil my dreams for you.
Love brewed in the African pot,
With youthful acts to overcome the ageing nature of things;
And like the muse of poverty as seen around us,
But, i will cry in my grave if i fail to fulfil my dreams for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem