Until The End Of Time Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Until the end of time,
I won't let you go from my heart.
Your heart shaLl be my home
Your people shall be my people and
You god shall be my god in earnest.
Where thou go, shall I go with you.
I shall clean the dust of your heart,
Prepare for the homecoming of the jews.

Until the end of time,
Where thou shall I die.
The wall clock of my heart
Shall abide by the count of your lips.
Where you are buried, shall I be bury.
Nothing mean any more than you, love.
The jumping of your spirit heart
Has made me the gentle man of the Romans.

Until the end of time,
My legs shall doubt no more of your steps.
You are the savours of the flavour of words,
You; whose throat is honey to the ear.
Here is the earful clamour of the towncrier
With the song of love in my throat
I will love you until the end of time.