When I Climbed The Mountain Because Of Love Poem by Nana Kwame Nketsiah

I.
Do not ask me to give you a gleeful smile
My worst female devil
Up on the road that leads to the mountain a thousand mile
Lays the gate of love that lead up to heaven.

Walking up like the corps on a deadly Sunday evening
The birds chirp and insect screeched
On this dark lonely day
My head and heart begins the very argument I started

My fears, my trust, my love disappears
Allow me to cry my tears out in plain words
For the heart of the poet lies in deep grievance
And his legs grow tired on this long journey to the mountain.

Where should I begin from, oh cold, cold night
Sitting here alone in this place the devil dares not venture
Should I curse my self for giving my heart out on a silver platter?
On should I bless my self for this tragedy?

Once again my trust fails, my love disappoint
She wooed me with her false forgeries
Though I was the naive youth
Who thought he could win the battle,

My tears are not enough to appease my god soul
Though she laid a heavy lie on me as my reward
As if I was the untutored youth in the art of love

I dare not utter these vain words
I curse my self every single day
Embracing my pain and regret
Asking my self why I fell in love with her

Though In her mind she thinks am weak
As if she knew from the beginning
The disgraceful disaster she brings upon my soul.
Why should I blame her, for the mistake I made?


II
.
I love, even though I do not know what love is
I care, even though my heart lies in pain
Let the birds join me sing this chorus
Like the holy cathedral choir on a Holy Saturday night.


Let the trees rejoice in my honor
Swinging there head to and fro
Like the newly born baby on a festive night
Dancing wild as the cheetah on a lovely mid day hunt

My soul can rest, as the famous poet sleep in there chambers
After the muses of words has visited them and gone
Though she vainly betrayed my trust
After such swearing and promises

I do love her with a great part of my heart
Though she insist on leaving me
Like the prisoner, who locks my soul?
She claims I betrayed her promise.

Hear me shout oh winds from the mountain
I shall never curse my love
Even though she vainly thinks am weak
I would forever be grateful for her gift.


III.
Come back to me my love
Let begin this love afresh
Like the newly bloom flower
And the sweet nectar she comes along with.

Come back to me my love
Let make love in the open air
Like unveil strangers in the night
I would forever give my self to you

Forgive me my sweetest love
For this swear words I utter in pain
Though you might say what a weakling I am
Crave me in your arms and make me yours

I long to say goodbye as a mother bid farewell
My heart still wants you back
I love you, I love you
Let me shout from the mountain top

Though the ignorant may say I am insane
I love the word, because I do love you
Though I may sit on this mountain lonely and grieving
My heat is at restful sleep, because I know you do love me.