The bows of the warriors are broken and,
Those who stumbled are girded with strength;
But my love will always be with you.
Obed is your name and i do love you,
Because i am like a lover sitting among the Princess;
But like she who was barren and now had given birth,
Your love is all that i need.

Edward Kofi Louis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/obed/