Many are called but few are chosen,
But this strange world will never learn from the truth;
For, i am on the hard road of success to meet you my love.

Mix language,
And of your love so sweet like the Space Research!
For beyond the skies i will kiss you my love.

You are the potter on this love and,
I am the very clay in your hands;
So use me into any form that you wanted,
And i will always be Annan your lover.

Edward Kofi Louis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/annan-ii/