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Amorous Scripture

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As the hands of love

have written in permanence

with the ink of adoration,

our hearts shall never part ways,

cupid rest thoroughly

but the novel of destiny

continues to write;

 

I stare into your eyes

with a confident flawlessness

and my heart beats like joy

because it laughs with perfection

 

Your smile cuddles my trust,

with a pluckiness commendable,

now I smile

joyously as I sleep on a fire,

because you give me

a power I've never known

 

In your presence,

I exhale ice,

my heart breathes fire

and my soul

bears witness to

the chastity of your amore,

as I am also

in love with you.

                                 By Kakraba Afful

My forever

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Living forever,

like a sun that never sets

and the moon

that never betrays

the splendour of the night

I remain splendiforous

by your name

and my eyes are sure

it has seen glory,

nose, certain it has

smelt an unwilting rose

and tongue, truthful

to the honey

from the sweet hive of passion

 

living forever,

as our hearts wed infinity,

we ourselves become eternity,

wearing the white cassock

of mighty faithfulness,

to hold our hearts

like the unblinking torches

they are

 

Living forever,

unwilting in trust

with a pulse that

echoes in the orchestra

of my mind,

you are the queen

that sits on the throne

of my heart

 

with eyes so true,

shimmering beads of loyalty,

my confidence rests

in your bosom

I shall fly as amicability,

on the wings of love

and be as omnipotent

as passion

 

My heart blesses you

with omniscience

and yours anoints

me with an orient

of gallantry

 

May our souls be twined

in the happiness of fortune

and the sweetness of dreams

and the laughter of life

because as the sun

of admiration shines,

never to set,

we live forever

as hearts kissed by permanence.

                                                            By Kakraba Afful

Talisman, Impervious

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For this mighty authority

all rules bend and break

wither and die,

for hopes and trust immortal

like a locket,

unto two must be comitted,

with the bravery of the heart,

sure

still

steadfast

kind

by the hospitality

of truth

 

and born to heroism

germinates in a humble patience,

solemn and understanding

 

for this peculiar magnetism

all enmity must bow

prostrate before its throne

 

when tears begin

to erode happiness

and smiles are cast

away by the spell of sadness,

this power shall assentuate,

luminate,

necessitate,

and not hesistate

to make you her talisman,

knighted by it,

you shall listen

with a prudence

unknown to man

in everlasting silence,

you,

shall soak tears

like the handkerchief

this covenant has made you

 

and she,

knowing that you

siphon the venom of sadness

from her

and bear it with load

and feel it in your heart

in the bosom of bravery,

shall smile,

knowing her hero

sits by her,

 

and she whips you

with words in the bout

of a quarrel,

though discomforted

and morally afflicted,

though the vengeful

fire of manhood,

makes the muscles congeal

and the fists frown,

yet a mighty conscience

quenches that urge

to batter and bruise

the heart, a loyal conscience,

inhales the difficult

mint of patience,

rage freezes

and the wonderful

humility ensues.

 

and when you pass away,

withering beneath the clay,

men, fireflies of life,

women, bees that

make the honey of ecstacy

shall fly to see your grave,

and you shall not be

known as man

or mere mortal

who parted through

the gates of existence,

but a matyr of love.

                                     By Kakraba Afful

Forecast of passion

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Fate knits peace,

with the wool of strong happiness

and beside it,

trust like a thimble

 

when winter weds the

lips of two,

bounded by admiration,

souls rest,

there is bedtime light

in the night,

and with eyes closed tight

can feel their

worries cast adrift

into the bottomless Pacific

 

There is a fabric of magic

that blessed their presence

but with spirits nude,

a chill is the wonderful jacket

they were,

only the heart smiles

but they don't need anything

to keep them warm,

it is the covenant

of everlasting friendship

that makes their lips magnetizing

whirling in a dance

 

and with full faith to

whom to loose control,

commit each other spirit

into the sanctuary of the heart,

and the autumn in his eyes,

all moods changing colour

but one,

the sky in him,

remains gallant

with a relaxed poignance

 

and the spring in her laughter,

a joy blooming

in her new found experience,

where she ressurects

like an undying fire

born never to die,

not from furnace nor fireplace

but the winter

of the soul

 

and together, fireworks,

sprinkle splendour

far and yonder,

with hands wrapped around

each other,

scarfs of magic,

and hand in hand

they stroll

in the melody of the night.

                                       By Kakraba Afful

The Carol

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when all turns infallible

and truth becomes truth,

and the shadow fade away

and darkness is eclipse by the

shine of glamour

 

Deep into our hearts,

we shall look inside

and see the sunlight

of a gift the dynasty

of friendship has brought us

 

and with a smile

that luminates events

we shall elucidate

a remarkable omen,

most honourable

 

Even when the night is due

I promise you, my love

we shall be cuddled

and clothed by

the cloak of dusk,

as we frolick far from

the world,

like star and pixie dust,

with a mighty wish

that our hands touch

and by the gracious spell

in your eyes,

I may defy gravity

that my strength shall

overthrow friction;

 

If my heart could leap,

it would fly,

resting on the bed of the winds,

lulled by passion

and by passion also

made tame

 

and it frolicks joyously

by the enrichment of emotion,

the petals of my soul

are spread wide,

peacock petals,

yet only you are endowed

for my nectar

which beseeches your name

 

and again it frolicks joyously

in the garden of my dreams,

my life inhales freedom

and there's no going back

the smile,

the laugh have extricated

me from the cocoon of loneliness

and now I am free

as a butterfly to swing

with you in the prairie of bliss.

                                                By Kakraba Afful

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