Lover's Pursuit Poem by Flor Marie Gilza

My dear if fifteen years may not be enough,
For you to take my love,
Then life for me would be so rough,
Even then I'll send you my kisses to a dove,

I say you read and followed the adage,
But you still seem cold within my touch,
Let the scorched desert be your judge,
While your evasive heart I try to catch,

If we were to be the moon and the sun,
How can I show you my sincere psalms?
If you keep running each time I come,
For me to end up begging for pity and alms.

So many are the questions I need ask,
Without your answers I refuse to stop,
I will prove me right with this Herculean task,
Until in your heart I earn a spot.

Oh my Helen that moved my heart to thee,
I'll keep pursuing for such a beauty,
Like Joan of Arc you are to me,
I'll risk my life to be your destiny.

Beloved, thirteen years of chase is tough,
Still my love for you never gives up,
If thirteen years still not enough,
I shall leave my fate to God above.