Syrup Diary
My babe, only you can
unfurl my sleeping wings of flattery
with which flowery words
and must shower upon my ice princess
that freezes the heart of mean
So the smile of this ink
is fluent in your honour;
When I met you,
I began to bathe with lightning,
and thunder was not terror
but a lubricant to the
valor of my heart
I was intrigue,
by you,
a mystical novel that walks
towards me
and my eyes saw a walking paradise,
my heart had found heaven,
where it would rest
on the gold of admiration
till elipsis
Please, allow me to crown
you, my pancake with
the syrup of honour,
as my laughing heart demands
Because of you,
I walk with sunshine,
and the friendship of your lips
is no more a fallacy,
as your chaste soul, called
out to me from the moors of loneliness
when you hug me,
I feel like I've lost the
world but the champion of existence,
you, my dear
are the only one that makes
my heart beat like the fiery roar
of a thousand lions
The wind may flog me,
but I don't feel it when
you're there,
by your name,
I become invincible
and my thoughts sail in wonder
When you eyes look deep
into my being,
my being that needs
to be charged by you, my powerful battery,
a hurricane
dances in my heart,
in the waltz of excitement,
synthesized by a sanguine
orchestra of permanent joy
My dear, when it comes
to romance, flattery has an advantage,
so please let me honour you
with the very words that defy
sadness,
the very words that bow at
your feet in amazement
The day my heart was blessed
with an eruption and you confess
that my mist catapulted you to freedom,
that day my eyes blazed
with a fervent fire,
because it had seen you
and discovered
your greatness,
the greatness
that made my heart eminent.
By Kakraba Afful
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