Going in grand style?
Smiling to make me wild?
Please be patient
And listen to what you’ll be missing
II
If you are my sky
You successor will be my heaven
Yes, my everlasting heaven
Making him your boss
Can you carry that cross?
III
If I give you pleasure
I would certainly take him to Mount Everest of ecstacies
Taking him from horses
And cozy him in a colourful golden chariot
IV
Oh I was always in your shadow
But I will be his smily bright sun
Pulling out his wings as my light leads his way
In a gargantuan holy fame
V
If kisses can immortalise
I will make him immortal
Always fortifying his longings
With tender lovings beyond human comprehension
VI
He wouldn’t need to ask
I would pluck for him the moon
He wouldn’t need to ask
I’ll give him all his needed stars
He wouldn’t need no masseuse
I will draw in heavenly fingers
Keeping him in constant fitness
Imagine his gratitude
And bountiful gladness for me in returning the favour
I bet my feet may never trip on any hurt stone
Now, king of leaving, please do leave
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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