Reaching for you
My, do I thirst for your lips,
these days my being fades away,
by memories of you,
pictures of you,
make me burn like an amber
by the authority of oxygen
Now do I experience days,
days parceled with oblivion
oblivion ordained by perfect bliss,
and as my heartbeat weaves wonder
with yarn of thought,
I forget my very being
and part towards a path yonder,
cloaked with hue
and dreams that are visited
by your immortal fairness,
gifted with instant coquetry,
that is a joyous cider to manhood,
magnetizes me to you
My do I wish to hold your hands,
till earth lulls us to eternity
and our hearts rest sound,
in a fervent place,
with heavenly peace
There is an echo walking in my mind,
a symphony of happiness,
and it is her name,
talented with so much omniscience
Verily now my heart leaps,
and in hers it trusts
to be immortal.
By Kakraba Afful
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