African Love : Stars Will Never Fall

I am an African woman
A queen and a vessel to be loved and cherished
My womb is like fertile soil
Waiting for the rains to quench her thirst

The African man is a warrior
Brave and strong
He posses all his heart desires
He stands tall and proud
He is a comqueror

My love is a treasure
It is endless and very forgiving
It endures
I should be one with this man
But to be, I must be conquered
Conquered gently by his love
He must woo me and make me feel like his queen

He must stoop and swallow his pride
To conquer and win my love
Least I be taken by another
He must prove his love for me

Every one says, “I love you”
But these days these three words mean nothing
Our men are taught to be “men”
Only women express their feeling
A man who expresses is called a woman

Well, If he is too cowardly
To prove his love for me
Then he doesn’t deserve me!
He is but a dreamer
Wishing for the impossible
I do not wish for a dreamer
I want a real man
A true man who will love and protect me

The stars will never fall
From the sky above us
Nor will water ever marry fire
Nor will the earth beneath us
One day dwell above us with the sky
All these will never become one

A man must prove to me his worth
And must prove to me his heart’s desire
Then he would be the conqueror
He should be
To love, cherish and protect me
With him I shall know no fear
With him I am complete