The Love of Mamavi
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.
Copyright © Woelinam Dziewornu-Norvor | Year Posted 2015
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