My babe, only you can

unfurl my sleeping wings of flattery

with which flowery words

and must shower upon my ice princess

that freezes the heart of mean

 

So the smile of this ink

is fluent in your honour;

 

When I met you,

I began to bathe with lightning,

and thunder was not terror

but a lubricant to the

valor of my heart

I was intrigue,

by you,

a mystical novel that walks

towards me

and my eyes saw a walking paradise,

my heart had found heaven,

where it would rest

on the gold of admiration

till elipsis

 

Please, allow me to crown

you, my pancake with

the syrup of honour,

as my laughing heart demands

 

Because of you,

I walk with sunshine,

and the friendship of your lips

is no more a fallacy,

as your chaste soul, called

out to me from the moors of loneliness

 

when you hug me,

I feel like I've lost the

world but the champion of existence,

you, my dear

are the only one that makes

my heart beat like the fiery roar

of a thousand lions

 

The wind may flog me,

but I don't feel it when

you're there,

by your name,

I become invincible

and my thoughts sail in wonder

 

When you eyes look deep

into my being,

my being that needs

to be charged by you, my powerful battery,

a hurricane

dances in my heart,

in the waltz of excitement,

synthesized by a sanguine

orchestra of permanent joy

 

My dear, when it comes

to romance, flattery has an advantage,

so please let me honour you

with the very words that defy

sadness,

the very words that bow at

your feet in amazement

 

The day my heart was blessed

with an eruption and you confess

that my mist catapulted you to freedom,

that day my eyes blazed

with a fervent fire,

because it had seen you

and discovered

your greatness,

the greatness

that made my heart eminent.

                                                      By Kakraba Afful

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