You seem to be wiser than the size of your shoes,
But the wind will come and blow you away;
And one day will need an injection from the Doctor like,
What i am going through over here.
From the coast of Ghana and,
Of the flowers of love to share with you;
But do let the African Comb teach us all.
You are wiser than the size of your shoes but,
Let the African Comb teach you at times;
For i am very real towards your love and,
You need the flower pot of love from me.
I have the cocoa pods and,
You have the valley to dry up my mind;
But the rhythm of love will find a way to teach you!
For the wax will melt before the heat of the rod.
By the fruits of your love you shall be known and,
By the sweet of your kiss you shall lead me on;
But the style of this muse is like a Zulu Man from South Africa!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem