Treasure Island

Ezekiel Johnson

(Accra-Ghana)

FinDinG LoVe


Finding love is not easy
Like kissing a woman
Fondling her breasts
And saying
“Oh! She loves me”!

Finding love is not easy
Like kissing a man
Rubbing his chest
And saying
“Oh! He loves me”

Finding love is not easy
Like sleeping at night
And dreaming
And saying
I saw you in my dream

Finding love is not easy
It is like having
What everyone else wants
You can always lose it
So always hold it tight

Finding love is not easy
So when you find it
Protect it, preserve it
Because when it flies away
You’ll never get it back again


(Dedicated to Fii Collins/2007)

Submitted: Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Edited: Thursday, March 03, 2011
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