The burden of the power of men lay heavy,
As the sword in the stone erect and buried,
In our earth, our mother of all, nourisher of many
Birth giver of trees in turn bare fruit when ready.
In time you will emerge from your carapace,
Unveil yourself, Venus guardian of love, keep faith,
I see value in the mystery of your eyes,
In the depths of your desires beneath lust, trust lies.
Lizards wait restless in this world and not the next
Men whose hearts are concealed behind their chests
Only those who wear their hearts on their sleeves attest
To the true value of a woman, that remains intrinsic, ageless.
Copyright © Eze Obiora | Year Posted 2010
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