Old Lines Poem by Benjamin Paa Willie

To you the only apple of my eye
Without whom I see not far nor nigh
The sweet sugar in my koko
These old lines let me borrow
The butter in my bread
My harmattan pawpaw
Here where it will be read
I pour my heart, plain and raw
The passing of days will never dent
The sparkling moments we, in union, spent
More than the world you are to me
Among the countless other things you may be
I choose to say you truly are
You truly are my Morning Star