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