The Notch Of Love Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

Table for two, breaks,
‎I am our wine, so dine.
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‎Just as a beginning, I am your January,
‎Favorite as your February, I am full of love.
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‎Just like a beautiful stream, I flow in March;
‎Appearing as your prime April.
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‎If I may, I want to soon join you in June,
‎Cold as it may sound.
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‎Let our joy become as July's refreshing rain,
‎Not a guest, but a part of our love, in August.
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‎Unnamed, yet inseparable, like the wind of September,
‎Our feelings unfold in October.
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‎Never miss a moment, in November,
‎So we can feast on love, in December.