Too beautiful to behold

This hairful chest


Its beauty like lightening in a cloudless sky

Outshine all his human surrounding


My eyes feast against my head’s warning

My mouth opens like happy thirsty leaves in the virgin rain


His eyes sparkle and speak in volumes

As his hand, like the hand of love beckons for me to be near


I run apace and stops the race

To let it out, the tears of joy


He closes the gap like a fitting head

And holds my hand, and breath in me the breathe of sweetness


I writhe in satisfaction, my famine quenched

I hear a voice which yells as anxious  hands tap


What could it be, that you truly want

To cut a dream so sweet and real?


Eyes peer their heads to see the irritant

As ears try hard to find the fault


What have I done?

Is it living the life I can’t live here in the land of dreams?


What is a lonely girl to do

If she can’t dream?

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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