If I must be truly sanctified,

then must I find my soul

in the temple of your eyes,

let the sky say love has made

me pure

If I must be anointed by passion,

I must first experience

the magic of your arms

wrapped around me,

then my heart shall be like no another,

it shall sings immortal songs

of a profound happiness

If my ears my hear

the laughter of joy,

I must first see the smile

that makes my soul electric

till it shocks all opposers of love

like a tazor,

the smile from your lips

If I must know the word sweet,

If I must know the meaning of sweetness,

my lips my touch yours,

where I shall find the nectar of love,

whose taste never fades away

If my heart must proclaim

me Hercules, then I must

know your name,

then name that makes me

walk on the sky,

the name that makes the warm-blooded cold

and cold-blooded warm,

your name.

                                          By Kakraba Afful