I enjoy staying hear by you,

even when the heaven gates are shut,

and hell begins to yell

from whence cometh my help,

isn’t it you, the illixir of my donut heart?

not filled with flesh, but now love

My hands runs through your skin,

and I am electrified,

all else fails,

the soothing wind draws me closer

and I am barren to resistance

If your eyes are the last thing I see,

I would kill time,

pray for that monumental moment

to last longer than eternity.

                                             By Ekow Kakraba