Nthamba

Nthamba, a name that whispers pride,

With eyes that hold the sunlit tide.

Her heart, a fortress, strong and tall,

Won't yield to love's insistent call.

Suitors come with gifts and sighs,

But Nthamba sees through their disguise.

"If love's the fire, not just the smoke,

Then step right in, don't play a joke."

Her voice, a bell that tolls so clear,

Rings out a message, loud and near.

"This queen won't settle for a crumb,

Only true love will make her succumb."

So let the pretenders turn away,

Nthamba's heart will have its say.

For love that's tepid, forced, or cold,

Is worse than having no love at all, she's told.