Love contends to a violent point

You've kept my heart's dynamite aflame.
You know I can never be the same.
Since your charming kiss did my heart tame.
What words can describe your beauty's fame?
No smile can contend with yours' my dame.
It sends sorrow back from whence it came.
Zeinab the sweetheart of Nubian fame.
Whose love men would seek for like a game
Each dreaming at the mention of your name.
And if in contention they must maim
dislodged rivals by making them lame.
For your worth, many would never blame
them for such apparent show of shame.