I swear, before even death

can make me depart,

never to return, that your

eyes, gleaming with life

are potent to make me live again

and even if I don't see your eyes

and the days seem to wrinkle with

age, your fragrance will be

the adorning esteem that keeps

me young

And when I return home,

my father will say, that De-graft

comes with a confidence,

a radiation that is beyond meditation

and breaks all walls

so

In the symphony of harmony do

I come into your arms everlasting

that I may find the fortress of my dreams,

and in your fame may I dwell,

never to go back home,

because my existence has been made nude

before you;

so

I pay homage to your lips,

blissful with the glass of melody

as mine do play it like a

harp from Hermes

I look into the diary of your eyes

and read where I reach the shore

and the oceans kiss my feet

I again, give praise to your being,

its brightness,

that your fondness of me will be your charity,

till your smile gives me nourishment

my sanctity shall be refreshed

and sanity, that roamed in a spasm,

finally returns

My hands can never let go,

or part with the one who becomes my pride,

and with a chest that widens

story of my boldness shall be

told by the firelflies till they

reach the ears of a lion

It will be the fairies' beloved song,

and the duet of harmony,

they shall know of this strength

and be amazed by the gracious grace

I have found

so right here,

right now

this moment

take my heart, I know

it turns to fire in your arms,

take my heart,

I lay down my pride,

to be astounded by this perfection

I will never live to see you cry

anymore,

I will be your handkerchief

to wipe out those tears,

so,

hold my hands,

and thereby we be immune to destiny,

we shall lived froever,

like the sky which sits on the

throne of life,

hold my hands,

feel the powers you have given me,

what then speaks is the glory of love,

the reasonless reason, for which I

do what I do; sweep the winds,

polish innocence, sweeten bile,

outsparkle lustre; just to see you

It does not matter, whether

the wind snares my feet,

for you, my blindness smiles

because it is a darkness made fortunate,

since your eyes became mine,

and I saw the real me

I am thus, a walking mirror,

transparent, pure as chastity

since your laughter,

eclipsed my imperfection with greatness

And I can promise you this;

I shall defy viscosity to make

you flow like the living waterfalls

then deny the lion's roar

to make you lioness, queen of the jungle

that reigns and reigns for forever;

I shall be the candlestick

that tells the story of your statutory glory

with an unconsumable light,

yes, I shall;

I shall be the wind, that makes

you float as light as a feather

and the air that you breathe

Dail, I will pray to your heart

and hope it never dies,

because you make me immortal.

                                                 S.T.       By Kakraba Afful

                                                                                     S.T.

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

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