WHAT SHALL I DO?

WHAT SHALL I DO?

I don’t need a soft stuffed pillow

To dream of you,

For even when I lay my head

On granite to sleep,

I still dream of you.

You have become a part of me-

A thought of me

A feeling in me-

And a self within myself,

But if need be that I should prove-

Prove my love for you,

What shall I do?

Shall I write and recite you a poem?

Or, shall I tell you a folklore-

Where in it I be your Hero?

Shall I swallow the heaviest anchor

For you to know how firm

My heart, body, and soul

Is planted firmly deep in our love?

Shall I compose you a sonnet?

Or, shall I tell you a tale?

Nor, shall I hang my life on a tree

For your sakes like

Jesus did for mankind?

Or, Shall I fall to my knees like raindrops

And serve you as a slave serves his master

Nor Shall I stop breathing for you

Just for you to know how deep

I love you!

Shall I broadcast to the world

With a gramophone my love for you.

Shall I pluck you the moon,

Or carry the earth on my back for you-

What shall I do?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015