The pretty language
To what wonder,
must my heart confess,
except yours?
favour descends
like the fall of snow,
heartbeat after heartbeat
and my eyes listen to its song
with a nearby understanding
Your eyes look upon me
with comprehension
and a passion swims through
your soul,
please smile,
so my heart can swagger
as pride, that it made
be named after high esteem
and worship
your golden countenance
You make me feel
like twenty-four karates,
and my bosom cannot deny,
my loins do not burn in lust,
it is my heart that speaks,
and has wound
my tongue in an eloquence
far beyond reality
Now my world
is blessed with daybreak
since your heartbeat
was heared by the ears of destiny
Just take my hands,
if you just close your eyes,
that shall be no one else,
but us.
By Kakraba Afful
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