Bright Kwamina Grantson
The Proposal. - Poem by Bright Kwamina Grantson
Our Love story was like that of Spider-man and Mary Jane Watson,
It was this beautiful lady and Bright Kwamina Grantson.
She was a Coquette and I was a Charismatic.
She was cool but I was Energetic.
She loved business and economics
But I was rather interested in Computers and Mathematics.
I could not resist her attraction.
Despite always busy in action,
She caught my attention.
So I then initiated an interaction,
Of a much rather cordial relation.
Was this love or lust
Because I could think of her from dawn to dusk
I had to study my target for about a year.
Appreciating her eyes, nose and her ears
The relation gradually became a function.
I began felling this sensation
Of care and affection.
I began to do things I could not possibly do to gain her impression.
She was so beautiful that her portrait I could always gaze
Her pictures and memories I can't erase
Her attraction kept me ablaze
And elevated me from grace to grace
While She was waiting for me
I was busily finding median and mean
She waited for the reciprocal of my love
But I was rather memorizing formulas from above.
See, I had all the time to have made things right
But I was so stubborn and so foolish.
She waited and waited, but had no response
Until a new guy came along, and she was long gone.
In a faraway land, she was being held by another hand.
She had found one who could care for her.
Show love and affection for her.
I thought I could still grab her,
With my new glasses and my barbed hair.
And so I made the proposal
But she said, I was too late.
Such was the painful end of Bright
The same is to those who delay in the call of Christ.
Those who procrastinate in the name of excuses.
Those who try to improvise to get things right
Time might not be on your side.
Today Christ is waiting and still waiting.
Waiting for your proposal. Waiting to work with you
Waiting to love you more. Waiting to bless you
All you have to do is to make that bold step.
When She said I was late,
I could not stand the heat.
As I could hear my heart beat,
I reached home and could not even greet.
I was going crazy and could not even eat.
I started felling fluctuating emotions
Like a chemical reaction of regret and affection
I still suffer from her infection
Like a virus which grows exponentially in my blood circulation
She has shaken my body's foundation
And even altered my skeletal positioning
Come out whole heartedly and show your love for Christ.
Because when he finds someone else to work with, you will never get such an opportunity.
You would regret it for the rest of your life.
Look at the end of this young man who was destined for this lady,
And never made the move.
Such will be your end if you do not respond to the call of Christ within the shortest possible time.
Grantson was advised many times by his peers, his friends and his siblings
But did not listen
Make that bold step today. Because when he find someone else,
You will never come close to him again.
Remember your creator in yo your youth.
Before the evil day comes
Remember your creator in the days of thy youth
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