To Hurt You Let Me Not Poem by MATOME ABEL RAMPEDI

I walked to and fro, east to west
To mend a heart that will never be
and to hurt you is not what i meant to do
Nor to bend a razor with a remover to remove

a part thou art come to a sticky end
Nor that love never came before me
That is capricious as to the weather
monday and tuesday that is neither dark nor flimsy
For the earth to evade the skies thoughts

And to excite me is what you are willing to do
This is to my determinations that will never
Exhaust without being obleged to do so but
To love you more is what i wish to do
Nor seek for some grand airs through the skie
Dear life, dear love dear wholeheartedly