Beautiful Love*




Life is

You and me beginning from scratch

Building with our hands

Your career and mine

In gloomy days…

With barely a light of hope

Till the sun rose over its bed

Then our eyes behold a new phase

Life is

You and me

Moving into a homely abode

Buying and managing

Warming virgin sheets

Budgeting our days and funds

As our love produces a little one

Life is

You and me

Nurturing dreams of sunshine

And laughter

Groomed kids in a mansion

Touching lives and making history

Till our stars are full of age

And our bodies have made love in

Every possible way.


                                Natasha- City

When you’re a child you dream of marrying a prince and going straight into a mansion on your wedding day….

…..Not a flat or an apartment.

But life is life. I still love you and I’m actually giddish and excited about building this mansion together with you………our kids would be so proud of us. And I’d be so proud of myself when I look back at what we built with our hands.


Beautiful Love*

Love Blossoms


I was wrong 

Love is beautiful


It’s just so difficult to achieve


Tend to


But when you get there

It’s the most beautiful sunset ever!

When you get there

Your smile will stretch unending

You would have found in him

Or her

A friend who sticks closer than

A brother

Those painful

Necessary moments

When he had to hurt you

To make you better

And you had to hurt him

To make him better

Will now all be worth it

Coz love really is pain

Blissful only to the receiver

And that’s why there is nothing

Better than…

To love and be

Loved in return.

Coz when the lovers both

Love unselfishly…unconditionally

Then LoVe will be going

All angles

Equity of the pain…and unmeasurable joy

Then you’ll know the fullness of love!


When I got to the end of watching the series ‘Nikita’…then I knew the fullness of love. And I was amazed! Used to think love was only pain.


Hug Me

I want to hug you

Wrap my arms around you

Soft cushions against masculine



Let me

Feel your arms go around

My tiny waist

Don’t let go

Let it linger on for just

10 secs…minutes…

An eternity

Let me feel your cheeks

Next to mine

And make a quick mental note

‘To remind you..

You have to shave’…

Let me breath in your perfume

Allow me bury my face in your


I promise I’ll purse my lips

So my gloss doesn’t stain

Please don’t let me go

There are rare moments like this!


                        Natasha- City


Marriage Nights 


At night

When the moon enhances your face

Through translucent window panes

And you cradle me in your arms

Against your chest

I thank God a billion times

In the silence of my heart

That he gave me you

And when the camera rolls

And I move against your body

Your heat spiraling mine

Fragile nighties prove their


My husband becomes my pride

And I feel sorry for single women

And after firelights have exploded

In warmth and twenty-four-hr viruses

Tongue; hair and mingled breath

You snuggle me again

In the crook of your arm

Our nakedness beneath the white sheet

With no warmth than that of our

Naked legs sprawled over each


And the gentle snore of our breathing

Ends the show for tonight.


                               Natasha Asare

After 10 years of marriage will you still cherish nights like these? 

Painful Love



When you choose to run
Your heart will beat
Your skin will sweat
When you choose to love
Your heart will bleed
Your mind will ache

In memory of a short indulgence in an emotional flirtation

Hazel Grace says in this world you don’t get to choose if you get hurt….but you get to choose who hurts you….and she liked her choice….even though it tore her apart.

I like my choice too (not that I had a choice ūüė≥….how do you stop the colors of your emotions from responding to the waves coming from him? It’s not like there are three of him in the world. There will never be anyone like him! There will never be anyone like that one person who is able to draw the real you out and make you giggle and forever blissful)

So it hurts when you have to end it….coz you already belong to another. An emotional flirtation is bad enough- let’s not get it physical……let not breath and lips mingle coz then it really qualifies as CHEATING and you will have to deal with the guilt forever.

Hash tags

Growing up

A Heavy Soul


Weary eyes

Dreading life

Yearning for rest

And strength to carry on the journey

Then youth dissipates

Life seems to weigh heavier

You start trying



Meeting up to needs

Your relationship demands

Time and nurturing

Your new job demands

Six days a week

And all the strength of your

Remaining youth

Schooling hasn’t ended….

Loved ones still want

Need you in every way possible

There is never enough in the pocket


Trying to grow





Is all too weary for the


All too strain ful for the


Still I keep up

Close to tears each day

But never letting it show

Coz they wouldn’t demand less

Not your babe

Not your kids

Not life

So give me a new perspective

So I don’t see life with teary eyes

Rejuvenate my soul

To strengthten weak limbs

For the journey I must walk

And complete with Joy

It has to be with Joy

For am already weary

And my soul is constantly at

The verge of tears

And I feel I’m too weak to

Live life……..

Marry another soul

Nurture growing kids

Bless generations with my

Gifts and talents

Which are still deficient

Of value and gold

So let me see like the Cherubims

In your presence

Who see the earth to be full

Of your glory…

That I can see with your eyes

My future

And know that it is well

I shall make it



I read once that nothing in nature lives for itself. Rivers don’t drink their own water. Trees don’t eat their own fruit. Sun doesn’t give heat for itself. Flowers don’t spread fragrance for themselves. Living for others is the rule of nature. And therein lies the secret of living.

But how do I live for others when I’m so weary….and I dread that it’s not a phase of my life….that I’ll always feel weary and tired….
From school to the working environment…to marriage…to a combination of all three! Help me God!


Growing up

He loves me..He loves me not


My comb runs through my

Silky black hair

Hands go up to give it

A little bounce…

Pink juicy gloss spreads across

Dainty lips…

Dimples appear as lips curve

Into a smile…

Eyebrows raise in a seductive


As the girl in the mirror gazes back at Pretty Me.

He says I am the most beautiful

Thing he had ever laid eyes on…

Every night I was a torment in

His flesh…

To caress the blossoms on my

Lips, was his heart throb…

To kiss his way gently down

My back was his Wildest


The only things that kept me him

Wishing on a WISHING STAR…


I let out a deep breath…

As Pretty me stares back at

Guilty me…

No soul had to bring to my remembrance…

That my body ain’t mine to do

with as I please

The fact that I owe God

An account of my body One day

Should make me live right and be sexually pure.

To go after what Father does not


Is a Dangerous Game

I cannot go against Him and

Expect to be happy…

Besides I heard SEX is much

More than the contact of GENITALS.

The union of body, soul and spirit

What if the relationship doesn’t work

How many guys will I end up

Being bounded to before My Marriage?……

And is he gonna use a condom?

Though I wanna enjoy the real thing

I don’t wanna find myself thinking

Of killing my first child…

Sigh…(*\”^)…I don’t want to

Loose my confidence before God…

Life is definitely not worth living outside of a sound relationship with Him


If the affection and respect he has

For me is not strong enough to

Allow me keep my body…

I guess he ain’t the one

For God’s little princess…

I know Father has a plan

For this aspect of my life..

And I do not want to create

ROADBLOCKS for this plan

By doing things my own way

He is My 1st Love

And will forever have that

Place in my heart…

When all is said and done

I must learn to be there

For me

And not come to one day

Find myself

Regretting not been there

For the Girl in the Mirror.


                               Natasha Asare