The picture you paint
Forces me to mentally repaint
I deem it quaint
But it makes me enjoy the scenery you paint
And thank my stars for having you and I acquaint
I have no complaint
There’s no way my name by you will have a bad taint
I can never faint
Neither must I put in place any constraint
Even a world like a giant hand cannot me constraint
They can try to deceive me like a footballer trying a feint
But my mind is already made, you are my worldly saint.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
The picture you paint
Forces me to mentally repaint
I deem it quaint
But it makes me enjoy the scenery you paint
And thank my stars for having you and I acquaint
I have no complaint
There’s no way my name by you will have a bad taint
I can never faint
Neither must I put in place any constraint
Even a world like a giant hand cannot me constraint
They can try to deceive me like a footballer trying a feint
But my mind is already made, you are my worldly saint.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014