Heaven knows I love you.
Hell knows many times my dove is you.
Seven times a week I missed you.
Tell the times I am weak when I missed. you.
Psychologically I'm not normal.
Emotional I'm not natural.
Physically I'm not the admiral.
But you love me anyway.
Hut for tow dove if I have a say.
We will feed on the red moon.
We will breed more reed cocoon.
When you I'm weak, you are my strength.
When I'm in sorrow, you my arrow to gladness as a wavelength.
We have travelled through the storms
and still.
We have hope that our journey through the ages would yield a life saving pill.
©® Felix Atta Amoakoh
8/10/22
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