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

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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