This is the greatest flattery of my heart,

to have a swaggering lioness

that roars out my joy

in the pulchritude of hopes,

I am indeed astounded

by how she plundered my breathe

with the magic of her essence,

her might that strikes

like luminous sorcery

A spell wound over my mind

that hibernates, never to awaken

and a heart that awakens

from the doze of loneliness

with a smile bright as beauty itself,

she gave me an undeniable regard

which changes my footsteps

to the pride of sunshine

I rejoice at this marvelous intoxicated

as she is the alcohol I drink

By the authenticity of her heartbeat,

I have been reincarnated

from being to monument

from human to an ornament of truth,

that she wears like a chain

round her neck of care

By a tsunami of compassion

I have been baptised enormously

with strong affection

because she's here,

her presence like the sparkle of a diamond,

now my heart and soul

twinkle like mighty stars of romance.

                                                                By Kakraba Afful

My world gives glory and does prostrate,

my heart gives honour and does venerate

to the splendor that hugs it till present,

its unfathomable,

but a shimmer that stuns the mind,

and heals my wounds with

the smile of adoration

Let the piano play

and speak of fortitude,

when my tears have been invaded by boldness

and my eyes don't cry anymore,

this is a great eclipse

where sweetness outshines normality,

and passion goes beyond stability,

the equity of her immunity

The violin sings,

she's classic,

she fed me

with amorous minestroni

she is the cloak that I wear

and now I am unassailable

to the chill of loneliness

for her,

I would be bridled by insanity

and galloped into sanctity

Now my name becomes supreme

because she gleams within me

she turns my memory to hot caramel

and now joy

is the ice-tea of valentine.

                                                   By Kakraba Afful

For this grace I admit

a sanguine vulnerability,

my heart bestows upon might,

a bow at her beck and call

what want so formidabble, such as this

can make me look into eyes

with the adventure of assuagement

The foolishness that is loyal to wisdom,

the pride that distinguishes humility,

so speaks my heart,

as I hold the hands, divine,

and praise and worship

the mist that makes me glitter in glamour

my mind that not wish to exculptate

this happy, silent surrender,

by so speaks my heart

it seeks to pacify those eyes,

that hair,

that glorious monument of peace

that stands before,

surely the one, I have fallen for.

                                                            By Kakraba Afful

Now I play the harp of twilight

and sing the songs of dusk

true to my spirit

and loyal to destiny

and this undeniable visit,

perfects my being

A gift of destiny, I hope,

because my eyes to twinkle

and dwindle in the intrigue of her own

and my heart has been

liberated with a magnificent eloquence

till present

as she walks with the royalty of bloom

and the cuddle of the dawn

and the swagger of the night

my soul can do nothing else

but bow in veneration

to this queen crowned by typhoons

By the priesthood of her light,

Zeus prostrates,

Hermes gives honour,

and Aphrodite bows

then I became as bold as Troy

with eyes that smiled

in a mystical fire,

born to see laughter

as happiness walks towards me now,

she...is the goddess of my heart.

                                                    By Kakraba Afful