And my love is like a Bishop lost in the thick forest of Ghana.
Come to me and i will take you the ‘Omanhene’ and,
The Queen Mother of my area;
But to destool you on my love is what i will never do,
For i am like the sweet of a mango tree.
Similar Posts
The love of your muse is the therapy to my heart,
And like th emuse of my friend Theo,Bu ti will always remember your voice.
The de-facto of an ancient homeland,
With man-made laws to put us off the ropes!And like the legacy to the history of love.He who walks with the wise will be wiser,For i am intoto with my muse of love;And i am able to validate your blood with perceptions.Love which is more enjoyable is what i have,But most enriching to my heart…
Go and tell it on the mountains,
And go and tell her to return to her lovely tent;For the woodman is ready with his axe.Why share your nakedness with many men around?For i have heard your voice from the midst of the fire and,I will come looking for you.Go and tell your sweet lover to return to you,For she’s still with her…
To know,
To teach,To understand;Be very patient with others,And like the rule of your love under my muse.Self control,Unique,Feelings,Attitude,Restless!Do not touch something without permission.
Intelligently plotted and emotionally powered is my love for you,
Of the graph and the muse,Like the works of an act to swing about;But my imaginations are for you my sweet one.Of the graph and my style,Intelligently plotted with your love to meet my heart;But as a novelist, i have the touch of the writer’s pen.You are the graph of my love and,The writer’s pen…
The pastures are clothed with the flock and,
For your valleys are covered with grain and,Sarpong came to water them.