"THE RHYMES IN ME Outside by the hill and rocky side Lies a young vineyard farm that I long to abide I bet the owner of this farm is too bright As I ride on wings of a golden butterfly I feel the little rain falling from the sky This makes my heart and mind right I'm like a singing dove upon the branch of that junior vine For the aroma of her armpits kindly binds It is strong like simsim perfume by the night I will always try just to make you smile And before the evening shadows hide I will fry some chips for you, that you ever like Many are walking in the street thinking that they are high Just like the River Jordan filled with saline But I know you are my only pride Winter will pass the coastline breaking down an ancient crystalline So, I will never leave you behind I know loving you requires me to pay the price This is one thing I will never deny; For I believe love must be something divine Oh, my love, hear these poetic rhymes My passion for you will never die Although some elders paint their white hairs with modern dye ©Waya James Agok "