The picture you paint
Forces me to mentally repaint
I deem it quaint
But it makes me enjoy the scenery you paint
And thank my stars for having you and I acquaint
I have no complaint
There’s no way my name by you will have a bad taint
I can never faint
Neither must I put in place any constraint
Even a world like a giant hand cannot me constraint
They can try to deceive me like a footballer trying a feint
But my mind is already made, you are my worldly saint.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
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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