When Do Sighs Becomes Love? Poem by Alaghde Kelvin Terngu

When do sighs becomes love?
Is it when
the tree is in bloom or
when the torn pricks the heart?

When will my aging beard turn gray?
Which the pierce of the shooting stars elasted
upon my pellucid hut with scorching sun rays?

Hult not hide
when they mingle they drinks with tears
but not in my fears

for fear is not my nature
i have mingled drinks with tears
until courage comes ragging
like a false prophet
ever certain,
never true