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I know you must be the one for me
You make my hopes and dreams a reality
You open my eyes to see it vividly  
Our love is meant for eternity

It feels so right when we are together
I find myself thinking only of the future
I dream of a long and blissful forever
I'm addicted to your gentle and endearing nature

Your presence is like a magnet to me
I am helplessly attracted to you
Wherever you are is where I want to be
My heart and my feelings are true

Your voice is like a summer song
I know you, I know your smell
Please let me know if am wrong
But your love for me is a story to tell

Man cannot fathom the love we share
I am charmed daily by your tender care
I am not afraid to lay my heart bare
I know you are the one 'cos what we have is rare.
I was on bed rest all afternoon
My eyes are droopy, my body's sore
I hope to be on my two feet soon
Give me some water, I want to drink more

Please, open the window blinds
I want to see the sun streaming in
Give me poems to work my mind
Let my body and soul's healing begin
 Oct 2015 Kwasi Boakye
Samantha
There's nothing but stardust
On her fingers
And her knees
In her hair and her eyes
She's captured between his love
And her life
How could she leave him?
When he says he's the moon
And stars too belong in the sky
She dreams of running
But he says she'd only get so far without him
So it must be true
Because stars follow the moon
And she's stardust
 Oct 2015 Kwasi Boakye
alena
I was the happiest child
everyone called me naive
But as I grew up.

The happiness stayed
it took on a different form
I began to encapture people with my
sad happiness

I had a smile that could fit in anywhere
said my nana

You are so gracefully reserved
said my father

You have a shapeshifting soul
said my mother...
but the problem with a chameleon soul
Is you never can quite remember
your original color.
 Oct 2015 Kwasi Boakye
Elizabeth
I sleep with puzzled thoughts of you. I sleep with the lie that I will find my way back for good. A place no one has ever been. A place no being could ever reach.

Its a beautiful lie, to feed yourself with fragments of memories that has never happened. We try to run towards the point of misery, hoping it will keep our sanity.

We lock in the truth inside our cells where no one could reach it. Trying to make our tiny beating heart believe it never existed.

I hope for the day that dreams wont be the only place where we existed. That reality is better cause its existing.

Let me wish the drops of water a place to fall.
Let me wish the sun a night to crawl.
Let my veins seep in the warm clouds.
A floating melody that makes me drown.

One day, I'll feel it too. Its all too good to be **** true.
So, let me sleep and count all the notes, my string of thoughts, and endless hopes.

A beautiful bright heart to follow.
Let me remind you all this tomorrow.
You
Fell in love with you
On a beautiful summer day
Smelt like mud
And pines.
This love
Is forbidden
But I am insane to tresspass

You raise the fire in me
When you
Touch
Feel
Me

Why do you have to be
The beginning
And ending
To my poetry

Why are we still here
In this house
Were
We
Met

With your georious looks
Hard stares
**** body
Tough
Rebel

You
Blend
My taste
You do know
What I love most

Your beauty to me
You became my reason
To stay be strong.

When winter is here
Life feels right
Then there's spring
Another spring
With you

Summer days come
I enjoy leaving with you
Glad we're still together
And you forgiving me
For the wrong things I did
I'm just happy
You kept me so close
All these years
It doesn't seem like
Your here for me
But you do got my back
You got me.
All of me.

I am crazy over you.
I'm pretty sure you know it.
 Oct 2015 Kwasi Boakye
Amy Perry
I kissed the dying orchid.
My loving intentions dedicated
Towards the withering flower.
I smelt its perfumed essence.
Sent it off with a blessing.

Now the twist hits me.

I feel like I brought love into me.
What I intended to give
To that dying orchid,
Was breathed back into me,
Unintentionally.
With a pen to a paper,
Like a sword to a foe,
I write poetry,
And present it to the world,
Like a present with a bow.
Letting the words
fill my paper.
Watching them take flight
Like many birds
drifting across updrafts in the wind.
And I will send
Them like a "get well" card
To every person who needs a friend.
Poetry is a healing process.
A coping system
A cure
A medicine for those in need.
Poetry is a dream
In which you don't
Have to scream
Unless you want to.
A dream that you control,
A beam that you can hold,
A story yet untold,
Perfectly crafted jewel,
With scripture writ in gold.
09-29-15
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