When I kiss the lips so mighty,
the world is dethroned,
by my mind does waltz into mystery,
and mystery smiles upon my
thought with the glee of denial
and I begin to walk on
the road ordained by the mountains,
to find out how my heart
can stop screaming in wonder
when I see those eyes, unquestionable
there is peace within
and the wars that my soul has
fought are brought to justice,
by a wonderful silence
no more mutiny,
my soul seizes to betray
She smiles at her conquest
but my manhood does not limp
but rise without authority,
since my hands married
those palms, divine
And this feeling I wear,
makes life walk away,
but breathless I know
of deathlessness
and the novel of the gentle
she becomes the
omen of my soul
and by her tears,
the gales turn to hurricane
but her laughter,
fortunes runs towards me
So I cuddle her,
with this feeling I wear,
irresistible and influence
with an impulse of no impulse,
and I hold this true charm
in my palm,
one that makes my heart glaze
as it is brandished by truth
I do not fathom,
how my mist is cuddled,
not snared by friendly lightning,
but if I must be Rayden,
or breathe fire,
her presence must so
stand like a monument
not statue,
then she must smile like the spring,
bloom with the amore,
my only obedience to the might
she has given me.
By Kakraba Afful