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There is a bond that keeps my heart inane
It’s entrancing not only to engender my love
Neither a fallacy nor better still a prejudice
Talk of the resilience that holds you in one peace
Not under the control of will
Courtesy, detailed and itemized in a list
I would rather outcry my fears
Than to see you distanced...

It might be a curse that keeps my soul invert
I have lost my mental viewpoint
Only! I wished it was relinquished to your reach
Those strange times
Alive! To see an unvoiced dream
Good lord!
I swear to the graves, as I will hoist your fame
A voice so untouched
A dream so untapped
At ground stand will I suck your tidal breast
Your nakedness, always reminiscent of my faith
You are worth it...and so I die!
I will hail your smile till transit fall
I will go deaf to your unhearing voice
I will fall flat at battlefield
Just to share part of your avalanche love...

It might be a sin so unpardonable
I drowned...but you floated
I smoked like a chimney
But you kept your dignity
I have lost my semantics
But you flow like a poet
Your tears...like rain they are...
Anytime you cry, they fall on me...
It is good
As they taste more like your sweetness...
Just voice out...and I will be there...

© kwaku Amoako, 2009
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Kwaku says, "My writing is simple but very thoughtful and in-depth, its context is broad and literary and interactive. My worthy source of inspiration is 'LIFE'. How human beings understand it and how Life also understands human beings."