This Is For You Poem by Dorthe Wisbech Clausen

You're not my man
Yet you reside in my heart

This is for you,
The man with the eyes
Like the deep dulcet sound of
of a melancholic blues

A weh yu a seh fi mi?
You say your heart is drained
And water runs through its veines

Ah, it is blood all right, I say,
And how do I know, you say?
How can I feel what you don't know?

Mi a kno yuh story
An dat fi true,
And that's not a threat
It's my love for you

Like the wounded panther
So is you,
Licking your wounds and
You never forget

Your fights, your sorrows
Your loves, your loss

Your heart shines right through
You cannot hide,
I saw from day one
Your manly pride
In those deep melancholic angel eyes

Use it wisely and
do it Your way,
Then no one will ever be right to say
one single word about
Your heart
Not being filled with
pure human blood

You're not my man
Still you reside in my heart

An mi naa jesta an' dat fi true