letters to my future wife part 3

My dear,

How are you feeling today? Ahh I can feel your smile right now and it sends tingles down my spine every time I imagine it. You are truly the oil that lubricates the mechanical parts of my heart. My dear, it is amazing the number of people who are asking me about you and why I seem to be completely captivated by your love. All I know and tell them is that, Oboade3 just took my rib and made you, so as soon as he told me about you I knew I have found the one. , I am convinced beyond any reasonable doubt that you feel exactly the same way and therefore let us work out our love with all commitment, passion and dedication as partners living and fulfilling our destinies. My dear, they also keep asking of your name, nationality and complexion, but since you have pleaded with me to keep it a secret, I am gladly carrying out your request with all my heart. I know in the time of times and the appointed time, you will introduce yourself to them. Sweetness, just as I promised, I have your poem ready. Here it goes,

I call you my African queen

Your beauty is timeless,

Your skin is fadeless,

Your lips drips sweetness

Your wisdom is ageless

and your heart is priceless...

You have a soul of gold

like the saints of old

Your skin is like polished brass

You are in your own class

Classic like jazz

Your eyes shimmer like moonlight in a stream

Mesmerizing, like a sweet dream

Cool, calm and precise

Intelligent, kind and concise

Your smile is like the sun

Radiant, splendid, like a master plan

Your face is shaped like an almond

Your nose set, like a diamond

Your laughter is like many waters

It flows and blossoms like pretty flowers

Your confidence is overwhelming

Your intelligence is compelling

Your manner is compassion

Your advice demands reflection

Many have sought to win your affection

But you still remain pure, without distraction

You are my heartbeat

With you, I am never off beat

I will hold on to you

 Because this love of ours is true

Many people have no clue

But we know, so we are cool

They sometimes call me a fool

But I only use that as a tool

You are my sweetness

My one and only.

I hope you enjoy reading it, nearly as much as I enjoyed writing it. Be safe and expect my third letter.

Your future husband

 Paa Kofi