This dead bulb
Left in this heart that stood derelict
Lighted like the full moon in a cloudless sky
Upon your appearance
II
It’s a pity eyes can’t be privy
To the bright rays it emits
When your voice kisses my ears
As your hands touch my layers
III
Flowing rivers are not my comparables
When we talk of freedom of flow
As your smile is my frameless plane
Which flies me wherever happiness resonates
IV
It surely was a long wait
It surely was a bad state
It was surely a cruel fate
When you and I failed an early date
V
Sighs of the heart are now smiles
Sorrows of the soul have turned laughter
Weakness of the spirit are strength in flight
A day is a year, a year, a day in your forever ever after
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2016
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