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With short cut hair, to sprinkling smile

Walking to bus, one and half mile

Those words you spoke, made me glued

To your heart, what do I conclude

That sight of you, curious I am

Heart inside me, hits a love slam

That boy in here, becomes a man

I can’t say it, god damn

If what I say, is what I mean

That love for you is simply keen

To face you now, even more

You are the one, every moment I adore.

Never that I said this all

Love is not a bouncing ball

Close to your heart, I try to get

Those several moments, I never forget

This seems so clear, its complicated

The love game of us, is now fabricated

Never showed what I’ve been feeling

In front of you I’m now kneeling

Open your eyes, and look around

We two can be together bound

With buzzing around, those honey bees

Look girl, I’m on my knees

Don’t be shy, smiling people those.

Is this what they call propose?

If its so, so do I

Alone without you, I can not fly

I need you to be my accomplice

Look at my face, its full of  bliss

I look at yours, don’t be afraid

This is what your love had made.

Its you and will always be, my love of life with blasting bang

Even if I leave you now, I’ll come back like a boomerang

So, now I say those magic words

That fly with me like tweeting birds

So can we start our life brand new

Here it goes sweetheart, I love you.

Last moment I have, now it’s a question I ask

Until now, this was the hardest task

Whatever it is, happy or sad

We’ll be together, good times or bad

So I ask my final question, its you through life, I’ll carry

This idiot in front of you, will you marry?

Here in front of you, it’s a wedding dress

My love, we’ll have a wonderful life, please say “YES”.

          I pride myself on being in control of my emotions(or so I think anyways)…most of times, but encroaches the hour when even the most detached gets that jolt in their heart. A love poem, to whom? only the writer may know?
What do you think is the writers chance of getting his “one”, with this poem?
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Festus Oppong Kwabena Asante (FOKA)https://fokawrites.com
Festus Oppong Kwabena Asante is an avid reader, kopite, web designer/developer, journalist and sports writer. He is an art and poetry lover, whose favorite pastime is to watch his beloved REDS conquer all of England, Europe and the World. P.S. Not necessarily in that order.
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