Walk gently for the ground will break,
Your paces: delights for my sight.
And your legs so straight with the pace.
As your strides determine my path.
Speak smoothly for my ears are wide.
Nice voice: echoes nightingale’s.
What voice have I heard now in life.
Only sweetness soothing my strife.
Sing softly for the song is sweet.
What rhythms for my heart to beat.
And every beat: healing my heart,
Thumping to the rhythms of love.
Love widely, weirdly; love is life!
And life without love; brims strife.
How come am I estranged from love,
When heaven drips many above.
Now I live for now you’re mine.
Great one of the prettiest kind.
What my mind has taught me to count,
Is life in you and love I found.
-Jude Ogunade 5/2/2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem