O, how thou could have such piercing effect of soul;
And still remain clueless of the depths you have touched in me.
In such little time did you have me thinking of a lifetime with you;
And if thou would have appeared a little more sooner,
I should still wish I could be born a little less later.
'Tis wearisome for my heart to explore the what-ifs and what-nots of an anticipated life with you.
In this tortuous train of forbidding thoughts, the only reality I see is being with you.
I would love at higher rate if you should but give time and chance sway;
And you need not, if you would, have any fear of my scurried affections;
For this kind of estate, my dear, emerges only from the laughter of the Trinity.
A personage as beautiful and captivating as thee,
Commands a love as timeless as the stars and constant as the sun.
And I would not, even if I could, wish to be free of these chains.
For with a bewitching glance, a quietening smile and a tender voice,
Did you wield your enchantment and rendered me eternally bedazzled.
How the iron bars of my hardened heart could easily dissolve,
In a swift instance of your touch is a mystery to me.
A mystery I fear will assail me for a lifetime and entangle me in its unfathomable cords.
The mystery of your piercingly glorious beauty, the depth of intimate love that allures me,
And the precarious but fascinating adventure I am being called to.
O treacherous state of soul!
A high, upon which my weary self levitates.
Sweet desire that threatens to burst my soul with infinite joy.
A dispiriting chasm that opens the floods of deep despair.
An awakening that puts all my troubles to sleep;
And yet kindles it's own sort of grief!
--- Daniel Ekow Buckman (Sunday, October 31, 2010)
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