Volitions
Who are you? She ask
One of the many, that's who
Tell me, who the many be
And why sternly at me stared
The many are the sons of deity
Whom you mortals call angels
It's been long since such beauty among men seen
I walk among men to help as many
I need silver
Won't you give me any?
For gold I would
Yet riches cannot help you
But love is the answer to all
Do you love me then?
For that I do purely
Then make love to me handsome
In that, love would lose its power
And the light that emanates from your heart
Would be made into darkness
Heaven eternally watches
And never, should I renege
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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