I confess, the header is my idea, our guest writer -Nana Yaa- had a more…uhmm subtle option. Beg her to forgive me :-). I think this piece is timeless and phenomenal. It’s coming from so deep within. You don’t even need to speak English to like it, heck it could even make a monolingual Chinese man smile. It beautifully surmises how women feel in love -from a woman’s perspective. I dare you not to love it. N-Ya, tell ’em.
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This is one of my ‘private poems’; but I want to share it because I’ve been blessed by it at a time I’ve been pretty muddled up. I pray it helps at least one other person as it has me:
Here we are: involved in not being involved
Trying to keep the lines neat and straight;
To grow in friendship as romance evolves
And we become each other’s soulmate.
Here we are: taking the less-travelled road
Courting Agape, resisting Eros
Allowing commitment to unfold
Guarding our hearts like a fragile rose.
Some days, I struggle to tame the passion
Thoughts of him ignite in me
And I do hardly anything but imagine
How beautiful our union will someday be.
Some days, I think of the roles we’ll play:
Spouse, co-parent, companion, partner
And in my daydreams, we’re always having a good day:
Comfy, content; lots of kisses and laughter.
Then there are days my mind is saddled with doubt
And I ponder: Lord, is he really the one?
What if one day, I find out
I’m formed from the rib of a different man?
There are days when the most negligible things
Seem like mountains in my eyes:
Are these warning signs? Am I ignoring
Your verdict written in black and white?
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Round and round the voices fly
Taunting; tearing at my peace of mind
But I stop to hear the Still, Small One
Who offers not advice, but restful calm.
I stop to listen for the Breeze
That blows in crystal clarity
And it brings me here: to my knees;
Away from doubt- and fantasy.
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It’s here You say: “Peace, be still
I work in you to do and to will.
I do the leading, you do the heeding;
Surrender your heart, I’ll do the weeding.
I’ll school you on loving and being lovable
I’ll lead you into truth; the myths unravel.
You’ll discern a man’s character, not his estate
As your virtue grows and vanity dissipates.
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I’ll teach you to search a man’s heart, not his hand
I’ll make looks dim, charisma bland.
I’ll adjust your premium on faithfulness and honesty
And make prayerfulness irresistibly sexy.
Child, I’ll remake you so it’s simple:
Your heart will race for one locked in My temple…
See, in the end, it’s you who’ll decide
Whose ribcage you will fit inside
So let Me show you what to look for;
And teach you to hold on in times of war
Cause love is not just about the good days;
But it shouldn’t be something hardships erase.
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Even in turmoil, love is a choice:
Love is dancing in spite of the noise
Of what he isn’t and what he doesn’t;
Once you make vows, break them you mustn’t.
So for now, grow in friendship while I transform you
Into one who loves perfectly; fearlessly- as I do.”
Copyright (c) 2012, Nana Yaa A. Gyamfi
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