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THE MANY COLOURS OF LOVE

Refrain:
Na me se obi a KB (6x)
KB, KB, K K. K. K. K. B!
Ne ti a w’ayi
N’ano ne Akwapim
Ne ho ne ataadeɛ
N’anim ne sereɛ
Ne nsa ne wɔɔkye
N’ani so nsroma
KB, KB, KKKKKB

I
I never knew the real colour of love
…till fate took off my unfeeling glove
…at your touch
Announcing our perfect match
Setting my heart on its mark
…for a race of many a spark
Love is the colour of flames
…a play with pleasure aims
…flutters even with fearful games
We light best our claims

II
Love is the colour of untroubled bubbles
…and the shade of flawless marbles
I never knew love had different colours
Till your hug turned controllers
…and your smiling orders turned strollers
Making conversations songs written in our verse
Forcing me to dread a reverse

III
Love is the strongest colour of black
Which tests us to sightlessly touch
As we, on fiery pleasure, snack
Electrifying in magnetism our souls
…at the touch of our wholes
Forming giggles which tickle us to wriggle to our tunes
As our hearts turn one and swoons

IV
Love is as white as calico
When you smile to birth your dimples
…and you wake my dead satisfactory symbols
Making our hearts sound like ressurrective cymbals
Flashing the colour of victory on us powerful ebonies
…to sprinkle on us soothing harmonies

V
Love is dark blue
Enriching us like powerful dew
…in harmattanic hue
…fixing our hearts together and acting our glue
Making superiority our collective own
Where each’s victory act clone
…to put us on a winning throne

VI
Love is the brightest colour of red
When we cracked our defenses
…to stamp eachother in our senses
Breaking our not-to-do fences
…and basking in our lively lenses
Love surely looked bright red

VII
Love is also a strenuous grey
When words hide in tensions
To carpet our intentions
…making even dots in mentions
…detentions
As we tip toe around eachother
…just to keep ourselves in order
Love surely looks uninterestingly grey

VIII
Still we best love than unlove
Still we live beyond our woes and strive to be above
…our lows
Armoured by our willing bows which make light our blows
We tower when needs call us to cower
And so days of laughter eventually us shower
Many are the colours of love
I believe we will live through days to explore them all
Once we hold hands and heed the communion call
…of communication

Refrain:
Na me se obi a KB (6x)
KB, KB, K K. K. K. K. B!
Ne ti a w’ayi
N’ano ne Akwapim
Ne ho ne ataadeɛ
N’anim ne sereɛ
Ne nsa ne wɔɔkye
N’ani so nsroma
KB, KB, KKKKKB
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 7, 2021

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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