Love In The Hand. Poem by Naih Garang

My eyes were so sure,
Starring along the shore,
Thinkin' of the love in hand.

My heart was right,
Makin' it shone bright
As the love in the hand smiled at the sky.

I'm contended with this love,
For she is meek like a dove,
To regulates my heart temperature as my stove.

My soul couldn't be in war,
For i know she is the bling i wear,
Here and everywhere.

Her heart is made of a steel,
So strong and heavy that none can steal,
But to be love by me and kept in hand.

She confessed, not to be in love twice,
But in love with me and watch,
Our love and affection, not to be wash.

Our love has no bough,
Nor easily made like a dough,
But pledged love and being tough.

This love in the hand,
Was what my heart hunted,
And i now called it job accomplished.