Young Lady
My love for you is of a birth as rose flower
It was born by despair
Upon impossibility
I have no preconceptions
Whatever I see I drink immediately
I am not cruel only truthful
For Fate with green eye does see
Young lady, now I am a lake
Where my extended soul is fixed
Searching my reaches for what you really are
I am important to you
Young lady you are beautiful
Your eyes are turtle doves behind your scarf
Your hair is like a raven feathers
Young lady you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes
How sweet is your love young lady?
Yor lips distil nectar my lady
Honey and milk are under your tongue
The scent of your garments is like the scent of America
Many waters cannot quench love neither can floods drown it
© Saighoe Francis Asilfie Kweku