Waiting

The world is not enough for you and me,
Let us go to a place where you can see
How much my heart craves for your love
It’s a secret between me and the celestial gods ’bove.

So many summers, have I waited for your call
You spoke to me to tell you would marry in the fall.
I knew I loved you more than that white man.
He had money and power, I was poor and tan.

You didn’t even think of me for a moment.
I was a man who lived in your life on rent.
I spent from my little earnings for your company.
But, my feelings for you couldn’t defeat money.

I felt like a lost man, when you left me.
I thought, without you, life had ended for me.
Then, one day you return'd. Spring came into my life.
You cried into my arms, you were no more his wife.

You appeared shattered, like a tender child
You started to unravel all the sorrows you’d piled
I wanted you to stop. I couldn’t take it more.
I spoke to him, but he called you a whore.

I hit him hard, and he started to bleed.
He died on spot, and I had nothing to plead.
I spent my life, secluded in the prison.
I had killed a man; that was enough reason.

Now, I am back; my hair is grey.
Yet, I am hopeful and waiting for the day
When you will accept me for my love for you.
I can wait, but the years in my life are few.