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FOREVER IN MY HEART (ERINMA)

 – By Mbagu
O, Erinma! My love for you was so pure and still remains so pure, true and without any form of guile; but never was I the one in your heart. I never thought true love really existed, until the first time I set my eyes on you. My heart raced faster than time and my eyes fastened towards your vivacious personality.
I discovered a friend when I talked to you, for you were such a flawless totem of an alluring paragon of beauty. Though I was dissuaded not to invest all my emotions on you, still, I rebuffed all persuasions.
How was I supposed to considering that you never had feelings for me? Should I have quenched my burning affection, even when you were the only one I ever loved? I was and still remain in love with you, that I boasted of you before my friends and mother.
On stormy days, the memories of your smile rejuvenated my weakness and motivated me to embrace life’s race with strength. With you by my side, I was able to overcome my fear of not giving my kids the best mum ever. During the times we spent together, your charisma was always my source of inspiration and motivation.
Storried Forever in my Heart
Mother would always call to say, “Never you love anyone else other than Erinma.” She was so fond of you, that she never ceased to ask of you whenever we talked.
Who would have thought that you who held my emotions would break my heart. My heart you stole with the beautiful smell of your wit and personality. O Erinma, what a cruel kindness it is that you betrayed the feelings of my heart. I groomed myself to love none but you, and now you leave to love another. It hurts that you never told me you loved another man, or felt nothing for me. I’ll remain unmarried and never love again until the end of time. That’s how much I loved and still love you, Erinma. Though we’re not together, my heart will be merry if you lack nothing good.
If you think it’s not too much a favour to ask, “I hope you keep me somewhere in your heart and sometimes think of me.” I’ll find grace to be strong should you grant my request.
“To the one whose heart gained your heart, I hope he love you till death.”
Let him appraise you better than gold, for you alone are worth more than all treasures on earth. Your happiness always I wish for and also that he cherishes you forever. This be my request, that till infinity he loves and treasures you. Though your heart be not with me, my heart will be merry if you’re with the one you truly love.
Whilst my hair becomes gray and my body shrinks, I’ll forever keep the aroma of you in my heart. My affection for you will never grow old nor will you be forgotten with the passing of time. I’ll tattoo your image on the pages of my heart and engrave your name on the lips of my mouth.
I’ll cry down the mountains and rain, wailing and waiting for the day you will love me, even for once. But should that day never come and my heart grows cold, I ask that, “You keep me somewhere in your heart and sometimes think of me.”

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