By Balogun Abdulhamid
Dear good Prince, so fine,
What must I do to make you mine?
Shall I build a castle on a gold mine?
Or a palace of all gold, that shines?
Would you prefer a vast field of pine?
Or endless beaming shelves of wine?
Would you rather a yard dressed in vines?
Before you would dine with me at nine?
Oh little pretty, so bold,
What need have I of pine or gold,
Or beaming shelves of wine in folds,
I need not your vineyard, oh! so old,
For I am a prince by blood and mould,
My chambers beam with wealth untold,
On my table, milk and honey beyond hold,
In my yard, vines grow uncontrolled.
Oh, lovely prince of Craven,
What sought you then, in my lowly garden?
Come not with treasures unbidden,
Nor with wealth deeply hidden,
For I am only a lady of love uncraven,
My heart is a fortress, still a maiden,
But if you may leave me without pardon,
Then I may forever remain broken.
Dear fairest lady, so divine,
Do not break, for I ceased to whine,
Step out then of your little shrine,
For though my yard overflows with vine,
And my chambers gleam with wine,
My heart still carries an empty line,
Longing for one as yours to entwine,
A heart I would love to be mine.
Dear sweet prince, I pray,
Do you intend to play me prey?
Or have you loved me till this day?
Hidden behind your royal display?
Beneath your proud and cold bouquet?
Speak truly now, do not delay,
Speak now or forever stay away,
For my heart begs not dismay.
You need not doubt me, my lady,
For my heart craves yours daily,
Your presence makes me merry,
For why I visit your garden fondly.
Only my mouth couldn’t speak clearly,
But I have always loved you sincerely,
So be my Queen and dine with me lovely,
And I shall cherish you forever dearly.
Originally posted by NSPO.
