Heroism of amore
Something my bosom can't deny,
I was groaning because I was
buried in ice,
in the casket of discomfort,
but her tears that fell
made many rills of depair
in my heart,
and that her lips may no more tremble,
and that she may sing
the forgotten song
and that happiness be made prodigal,
I endured in patience,
for the peace of her being,
see that she would be put in a fervent place,
As destiny frowns at our amore,
as see the friendliness of both worlds,
but the sky turns dark as a nighmare
and a menacing spiral,
sinks down the wisdom of our heartbeats
A black resonance, echoes through me,
but if for her,
the sores of this misfortune
will heal in time, even in death,
if for this immortal of passion,
my pains shall seized evidently
But this sacrifice must be made,
I must sit on the fangs of a cobra,
through my loins does the venom
travel but my name shall be
an epitaph in her heart
and knowing her dearly
shall stare into the past
with strong memories unforgotten.
By Kakraba Afful
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