Though the hill of life decencies
Into the terror of the valley of death,
Thy river must still flow into my sea,
Though thy yoke of love is full of magic,

Causing the pleasure of thy love to shine,
Thy eyes and mine must still dance in rhythm,
Indeed, the honey behind the magic of love is our
Strong wings that must still fly above the heavens.

© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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