If truely, she must be yours eternal,

look into her eyes deep,

and prophecy with the fire

in you of hopes clean

and strength pure

and with the zeal of

cardiac bravery,

a magnetism shall ensure,

it's still her choice to decide

If truely, she must be yours eternal,

and make your life reigned supreme,

and morph you into a magical goodness,

then you must protect your queen,

when it rains arrows,

be her steel umbrella,

when the sky spits fire,

be her water,

quench every opposition

If truely, she must be yours eternal,

and must confide in your eyes,

read them like a diary of passion

to happily know

the history of your glowing heart

then you must cherish

with a peace within,

and never let go, till she does

If truely, she must be yours eternal,

hold her in your arms like affection

and never let go,

to the wind or hail or snow

because she is yours

and yours forever.

                                   By Kakraba Afful

Surely when this touch comes

into your life,

you shall look into her eyes

with understanding,

and your soul shall lie in wait,

for her kiss to ressurect

your happiness

and if you should fall,

shall happily drown with

memories of her,

her pictures sitting on your mind,

and with a smile,

unfathomably passionate

shall be lost for words

and your hands shall

touch in the summer of ordainment

with smiles that last forever,

and question beyond question

defaced,

because this question shall never be answered,

but your heart knows best

and it glows like a light

in the darkness of reality

She shall cuddle you with dreams,

and you,

be born by fall and snow

shall be known by

a humid humility

that last forever

once she smiles at you,

and stays with you.

                                     By Kakraba Afful

To what wonder,

must my heart confess,

except yours?

favour descends

like the fall of snow,

heartbeat after heartbeat

and my eyes listen to its song

with a nearby understanding

Your eyes look upon me

with comprehension

and a passion swims through

your soul,

please smile,

so my heart can swagger

as pride, that it made

be named after high esteem

and worship

your golden countenance

You make me feel

like twenty-four karates,

and my bosom cannot deny,

my loins do not burn in lust,

it is my heart that speaks,

and has wound

my tongue in an eloquence

far beyond reality

Now my world

is blessed with daybreak

since your heartbeat

was heared by the ears of destiny

Just take my hands,

if you just close your eyes,

that shall be no one else,

but us.

                        By Kakraba Afful

If I must trust in my own

heart, that wavers and twitches

with a quaint eminence now, dearly,

a reach for your hands,

I must say,

I am happily conquered

by your luminance

If I must walk in these

steps of joy

and dance to this

fairy rhythm my soul unleashes,

I must say,

your name is the

signature of my heart

If everything I touch

has turned to gold,

and the world bloomed

like a spring of happiness,

I must say,

your kiss,

your touch has

been my breathe of life

so much so

that I am mesmerized

and merrily captivated

by the magic of your eyes,

so has my breath been stolen

but I do not gasp,

in a wisdom so passionate,

that my heart sleeps evidently

because it found you.

                                    By Kakraba Afful