between our eyes, adoration shall transpire
cravings shall be like fire
the steps to your heart do I aspire,
these daily, do I desire

Hold my hands, do not worry
our lips shall tell the story,
when you are mine,
with a wild smile, fine
for the finest of happiness,
it shall be called blissfulness

May I bow at your feet,
It is not my defeat
but your glory,
a heartfelt story,
of how you drew my near
with a cardiac stir

I am overtaken by your fluorescence
thy godly essence
thy perfume eminence
thy mighty excellence

power is the voice, I’ve found,
your face makes me sound,
surely I see eyes profound
that makes my heart pound

be with me,
so day ever last,
so I laugh with glee
as future wilts to past.
                                         By Kakraba Afful