To whom the sky gives praise,

let my eyes prostrate before

this eminence my heart has found,

one who,

makes me king,

I sit on the throne

of the milky way,

darkness parts,

and I sparkle far whiter

than purity

My mist was midgety,

but she came,

and I beheld glamour,

she held me tight,

and the lullaby of her arms,

made me tall,

till the galaxies became my footstool

My heart says this,

on the radio of revelation,

because it has known a truth,

that can never be hidden,

its laughter rose to mighty superciliousness

and my mind,

succumb to the wonder

of your name,

your magnificence

and the peace you blessed me with.

                                          By Kakraba Afful

she found me;

and if I would waver

across the face of the earth,

and my destiny quivers,

for her, my lips do not tremble,

and all walking earthquakes seize

she found me;

and if my pride, staggers,

like the crooked motion of an ant,

and my being stammers,

for her, all wars seize,

and burdens are cast away,

my wonder sails afar,

as I remember how she found me

she found me;

even if my history is

defaced,

and bravery bleached by ostracism,

I know her light

shall make my heart a celebrity,

because it beats,

since she revived

it with golden friendship

she found me;

and I was rejuvenated

by this platinum passion

which gives me evidence,

of her pendaciousness.

she found me;

and lips of defeat are silenced,

and victory shouts

with sunlight

with an elipsis of hope.

                                    By Kakraba Afful

All of you, come witness,

as my days turn to neon,

due to neon,

I walk like adoration,

because I have found

cardiac lucozade,

an invincible union,

that is unbreakable,

it is the steel of amore

She makes me brass,

because her lips are cream

my whole being sings like an opera,

since she cuddled me,

my heart has found independence;

She makes the mountains clap,

she walks on a diamond carpet,

she's the only Crimson that shines

and by her,

I am the mirror that walks,

she is the birth of eminence,

and the womb of royalty

and the exact

signature of happiness

she redeems from me from loneliness

and changes my heartbeat to

cardiac beatboxing,

she needs no minim or crochet,

but transforms it into

the orchestra of bliss

that plays,

CARDIACUS OMENUM PERFECTO;

it is well with my heart,

because her head

rests upon my chest,

and my confidence gains muscles,

by the gym of her touch

Her kiss has pimped me

with joy,

now my pulse bounces

in the fame of our love

her name is the permanent fragrance

that hugs me daily,

if there is a clock,

the time is love.

                                         By Kakraba Afful

My mind defies velocity,

yet overthrows friction,

my heart is steerless,

and my pulse becomes nitro,

when she walks like speed,

the tachometre of my eyes,

measure fluorescence,

the odometre of my soul,

detects golden joy,

and the speedometre

of my heart,

declares that she

has given me the franchise

for freedom

She is the only crystal

that breathes,

I make a toast to

her reign,

with the cherry wine

of her lips and kiss

them till redemption

is the fabric I wear

and the swagger of my heart

is the new designer ware

on the marketless market

of wisdom.

                               S.T.

                                              By Kakraba Afful