I need no promises of gifts
When I have double a hand
I need the hands who’ll work with me
To gain what will forever bind
I need no bed of roses
Whose thorns will pierce my youthful pride
I need many straws, you and I will weave
To keep our mending knowledge
I need no promises of keeps
When my stunning flower wilts
I need a plant which will wilt with me
And hold my hand into the earth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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