nicholas boateng

‘'Little boy! '' she calls
Or by that I should not call you?
Visit me you should
And now command!
Ha! You would've still been here
Had it been a trumpet's call

Love, I see in those eyes
But love, she denies
Words uttered
Words shelled in sweet hives
And in my eyes life
In her faster runs

I see you my beloved
Here in my heart and everywhere
And even from a day's journey away
I see you also my love
Should all maidens be clad in black
And the suns cease its burn
I see you