Promise In The Dew Poem by Cash Onadele

I.
So she went back to her old ways,
Still, I will love her freely,
For my anger has turned away.
I will be like the dew to my beloved;

II.
My beloved is bright like the herbaceous lily, and
Her braids, the length of deciduous rooted tree,
Prominently famed like branches spread;
Adorable beauty like an olive tree,

III.
Her fragrance is like a field of spices,
Whoever trails her shadow shall return;
They shall be revived like grain,
And grow like the vine of mangroves.

IV.
Her scent like the sweet red wine,
What have I to do any other woman? '
I have seen, heard and observed them all,
Among women, she is an evergreen cypress.

V.
My love is right; because my fruit is found in her,
With wisdom, she understand these things,
With prudence, she knows them,
Her adversaries, will run but stumble.