You hawk at my heart,
Pacing back and forth, left and right,
Praying for the hen moment in me,
That shows a glisten of love, for you to strike
And leave me helpless
Hawk not my love,
It is not for sale nor is it for free,
To earn it you must, just like my trust,
Approbation and commitment,
If this the path we follow,
Then tread softly I pray
As we wait for mother Destiny
To nourish us
From her pot of life
Us’konde 2008
