Poems by Johannes Yeboah : 3 / 8
Genuine Love
Is it that which transpires between the Sun and Moon?
Perfect change-overs depicting seasons to come soon
Or is it a mother's love?
Or that of an angel sent from above?
Is it that which makes a tomato seedling grow?
Water, nutrients and protection from snow?
Or is it what we experience at first sight?
The big arms of infatuation clutching us with all its might.
It is that kind of love which finds a way
Its portal of hope always comes to stay
It is that which binds us together
Rain or Shine; in any kind of weather
Listen to your heart, listen to your heart!
It is sounding its drumbeats; that's a fact!
Tell me, what does it whisper?
My love for you was genuine, even if you don't remember.
Perfect change-overs depicting seasons to come soon
Or is it a mother's love?
Or that of an angel sent from above?
Is it that which makes a tomato seedling grow?
Water, nutrients and protection from snow?
Or is it what we experience at first sight?
The big arms of infatuation clutching us with all its might.
It is that kind of love which finds a way
Its portal of hope always comes to stay
It is that which binds us together
Rain or Shine; in any kind of weather
Listen to your heart, listen to your heart!
It is sounding its drumbeats; that's a fact!
Tell me, what does it whisper?
My love for you was genuine, even if you don't remember.
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