My Ohemaa,
If the stars were flowers, I'd gather them for you, yet still they'd pale beside the beauty that is you.
The moon may brighten the darkest night, but your smile carries a gentler light. The roses may boast of beauty and grace, yet none could rival the warmth of your face.
You are the melody hidden inside silence, the sunrise that makes the morning worth seeing, the calm my heart finds when the world grows loud.
If love were poetry, I'd spend a lifetime writing — and still find that every beautiful word somehow leads me back to you.
My Queen.
My heartbeat.
My Ohemaa Gari.