“Hi sweets”
With that innocent face
He says “you sweep me off my feet”
Like the air sweeping the sand in a whirlwind
My vision does not tally with his
My countenance might have given me away
Because nervousness made him up and down pace
Behaving like the leaf that refuses to dance to the tune of the whirlwind
Or the plant that is begging to be noticed among the weeds
So I hesitate and gets closer to see
If familiarity will bring us to be
No! And I jump into the arms of another he
A decade pass
With many experiences amass
The arms that firmly held; I tore apart
For it was the over sized knot that failed to fit
And he comes once more
Eyes pleading
Mouth quivering
Hands sweating and shivering
But this stubborn, sad and lacking heart refuses reason
The woman hates to walk on the path of the good
When she goes to the land of the masculine
This is true talk
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2013
Mum Cee 