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