My Love
Our paths met on a stormy day,
For too long had the billows of life drawn us astray,
Hand in hand we felt love's ray,
As in the field of passion we made hay,
To the hurdles of life we cried,"nay",
As we made love under faith's shade,
Unto our garments were the smiles of love stained,
For under each others comfort we gained,
My heart sings with the melody of the crane,
As we walk the oblique path of the rains,
Staring into her eyes my fear is ashamed,
For with true love in sight,the heart shouts ,"yea",
Copyright © Lord Addo-Yobo | Year Posted 2009
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