Come what may (a poem)
I plea to thee to let me be
For I my lord await to see
What lies beneath the strings and threads
What runs deep a heart yet dreads.
A heart shall scream a heart shall preach
The tongue reveres the silent speech
I shall not say I shall not whisper
For I my lord the silent sufferer,
Await as well the break of dawn
Escaping dreams, awaking own
I pray, I beseech the force of heart
Thy tell the trees and woods apart
And feel the love I bare for you
So strong so deep and yet so true
Oh, my lord, should you me see
My savior, my hero, you will be
And I will owe my life to thee
My love, my soul and all of me
Will be thy own I pledge my lord
As such your heart, your fearless sword
Until the day, my lord, I’ll stay
Your own forever, come what may
Israa Thiab, December 20th 2007
