The Tongue Bid Me Farewell. Poem by Jethro Kisakye Mark

Oh, fairest tongue, thou has departed hence,
Leaving mine heart in sorrow's great expense
A plague upon thy silence, say I
That hath bereft me of thy sweet reply

Thy mumbles once did stir my soul to fire
And with each word, my passions did aspire
But now, thou art gone and I am left
To mourn thy loss in deep and endless night

Farewell dear tongue, may fortune smile on thee
And in thy new found silence, may'st thou be free
But for myself, I am condemned to pine
A victim of thy loss in slumber so deep!