Her amazing touch
When she walks,
the lightning bows down,
the thunder sleeps eternally
and my heart beats
strongly like the roar of a lion
Since she was the tempest
in my eyes,
she has sprinkled cherries
upon my days,
which are now a sundae of joy
If love meant the smile of souls,
then our hearts would laugh limitlessly,
she tickles my mind
The only one who makes my heart clap
at it bears witness to the only magnificence
that walks,
the only talisman of victory
that talks
she is the only one
who makes my world bounce
till it never falls to the ground endlessly
I've lost control,
but her smile puts me
in the autopilot of safety,
hope is my cushion,
victory is my bed
because she's here with me
Like the swagger of oreo,
she is the cream in the buns
of my existence,
she is romantic sprite,
she quenches my forlorn thirst,
for the kiss that tastes like harmony,
and it is hers,
she is my magnificent love.
By Kakraba Afful
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