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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