Serenade to My Love

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Long, long ago, before ever I met you 

I knew and loved your intoxicating brew 

I dreamed you up, my goal, my aspiration 

My pain, my ideal, true to my station



And then you came as in a vision

 Not merely a slavish incarnation 

 But as faithful as the dream I’d dreamed 

 In fact, more than ever you had seemed 
Filled with such great strength of spirit 

 And as remote from fake or falsity 

 As from the sham of tinsel constellations 

 The real star that lights up the nations! 
So pure in heart and so sincere are you 

I confess, that as I stand before you, 

I am conquered by your very human 

 Impetuous, gentle loveliness and acumen
Oh let the dreamer not condemn me 

 I fell, for both of us, the joy will be 

 To know that life's compassion is

 Much greater than our imaginings.


This poem was written and dedicated to a mysterious lady on 22nd January, 2010.

Location: University Of Ghana, Accra, Ghana

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