On the day when love sits on the throne
I wish to lie comfortably in two handly mattresses
Looking into the cornea seas of trust
Knowing the tongue of fire awaits to lick my cold
II
On the day when love sits on the throne
I’d love to shed the pain that loneliness moans
And hand in hand, climb the stairs of strength
In chuckles of happiness brave and strong
III
On the day that love sits on the throne
I wish for nothing but strong words
Words like un-erasable tattoos
Which will bond us until death’s separation
IV
On the day when love sits on the throne
I wish to surrender clean as you
Shave the pride and wax the hurts
And sit by your side in completion
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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