Bright Kwamina Grantson
My One And Only - Poem by Bright Kwamina Grantson
August 1st was the date,
I took this lady out on a date.
The restaurant was a little bit difficult to locate.
But at the end, I really enjoyed her pizza and her for, my chocolate.
At a point in time, as I stared into her eyes,
And she asked, why do you passionately look into my eyes.
What is that you see in my eyes.
And I said; When I looking into your eyes,
I see the paradigm of paradise.
You looking into my eyes
Or me looking into your eyes,
Is just the intersection of 2 parallel lines
Of your heart and mine inter twined.
Her voice was like that of Cleopatra.
Liquid as water,
Flowing from the fountain of pleasure.
Her beautiful face would be that of a Siren.
An Angelic Siren who stands out from the others.
For her I would disobey orders.
Cross boundaries and boarders.
Just to tap her on the shoulders.
Just as Julio Caesar abandoned his Empire of Rome
Came down to Egypt for Cleopatra and roam.
I will then break away from the shackles of home alone.
To spend time of eternity with you alone.
It seems I have been a victim of your spell.
To the extent that, my name I can’t even spell.
And when ever the Catholic’s ring their bell
Then I remember the first day I saw you Belle.
That day, you were the belle of the ball
The fairest of them all
With the moment you walked down the stairs.
With clusters of gold interlaced in your hair,
I had to project my angle of elevation to 30o,
To see your beauty in its highest degree.
No words could convey the loveliness of your appearance.
As you descended a with gentle endurance,
Everyone stopped in stunned in silence.
The whole ensemble was so harmonious
When you become so languorous.
Today, my dream has come true.
Sailing on the ocean blue,
With my one and only true
@University of Education, Winneba.
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