You might wonder;
what is it that I see in your eyes?
ever since I found them
the heartbeat of my world sleeps,
my lips know no sorrow
and my heart rests
with the lullaby of peace,
yours sings
You might wonder;
what is it that I see?
I see the liberation
of my soul,
happiness, a prodigal in worlds
sunken and shattered,
returns home,
my newfound paradise
invincible,
invisible,
but you have not ordained
my eyes blind
so mine are the ones,
the only ones
who can witness
your omnipotence
when I see that face,
my mist gets speechless
a voice, forbidden
so my lips fulfill the silent prophecy,
the wind encircles,
and I find myself in a different place
A place where I
am reborn with a mighty wisdom,
I smile in comprehension
at the sight
of this royal presence
Your lips speak in caramel,
my moans turn to nectar
and when we kiss,
the friendship of this lightning
creates sparks in my heart
till it becomes a litten
empire of love
You might think
you're ordinary,
trust me, you're not;
when I see you
my heart spins in riddles,
as it has been kissed
by impervious wonder
Your smile
like the immortal dew
that falls on
the daybreak of my life,
laughter,
the clap of thunder,
the mighty locket
of my happiness
Never before, has my soul rhymed,
heart mimed
in the magical duet of wonder
When I touch your hands, divine
I find myself at home,
your eyes, those emeralds of magic
are my roadmap to joy,
I have been lost in wondering
but now I am even
the more, lost in amazement
because of the impervious
glaze that has blessed me
with undying laughter
A hurricane dances within me,
tornadoes bow before thee,
tempests kiss your feet,
because now our eyes
have found immortality,
I know no defeat
By your name, I am
a brother to victory
an ancestor to success
and the pride
of your heart
I might wash my hands
in the clay,
stand at the beach
let the water, wash my feet
open my arms
towards the sky
and be embraced by the clouds
Let your eyes be mine,
so I can see wonder...
solemn, peaceful
so my heart shall
rest in a fervent place
of a romantic ace
Brown hair, worshipped by the wind
this sanctuary of beauty
sits before me
with the bravery of sparkle
My heart beats like bravery,
like the boastfulness of the mountains
as the roar of a lion,
and the laughter of the stars,
rejoicing that it has
found immortal, blissful peace
without understanding
since he found S.T.
By Kakraba Afful