If I must trust in my own

heart, that wavers and twitches

with a quaint eminence now, dearly,

a reach for your hands,

I must say,

I am happily conquered

by your luminance

If I must walk in these

steps of joy

and dance to this

fairy rhythm my soul unleashes,

I must say,

your name is the

signature of my heart

If everything I touch

has turned to gold,

and the world bloomed

like a spring of happiness,

I must say,

your kiss,

your touch has

been my breathe of life

so much so

that I am mesmerized

and merrily captivated

by the magic of your eyes,

so has my breath been stolen

but I do not gasp,

in a wisdom so passionate,

that my heart sleeps evidently

because it found you.

                                    By Kakraba Afful

• Written by De-graft Afful Jr..
• In category Social Life.
• 14 years ago.

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