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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Destiny conspired and planned our intersection So she came my way And I crossed her path Spontaneous love Not hastened, not rushed Her name, Peace My sweet angel. Down the “apian” way we walked the walk and did the talk. The orchard sang melodious tunes to our hearts And that glitter in her eyes that left me numb Her glistening skin like an angel and her mellow voice, soothing like shea in harmattan, I had found the love of my life Love baked in the sands of Keta Sedimented by layers of sweetness Today I sit along the streets of Keta Hoping the tides will rise and take me to Tsiefe My soul wanders in search of Peace Alas! Life holds no substance for me I grieve for every day of my life because there is no one like her Memories of our encounter embrace my mind, There I stood showing a glimpse of my white teeth She looked into my warm smile And saw the cold advantages I was a fool for her love Blinded by beauty I listened to the lies that boldly walked out of her mouth The inexperience of my youth got the better part of me Yet I could not stop that feeling Especially when I thought it was love But my love was blind And I could not see the pretty little follies Loving you was pain I could not excuse But of all pains, the greatest pain was to love, but love you in vain.
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