Now my eyes have seen the truth,

my soul can rest from worthless wandering,

and its roar for sleep shall be tamed,

because my breathe travels towards fallacy,

yet I live on

by a name supernatural

and today, I shall be counted

among the redeemed,

a flame engulfs me with joy,

velocity is defied,

and the air is frozen,

by a coming,

one who walks like glory,

and smile like glamour,

all lips are shut,

because wonder has conquered reality

and my resistance fails,

till I fall with a mighty bliss,

I fall but I fly,

I stammer, but I'm fluent,

because she's here

The temple in her eyes,

bless me with purity,

and this truth gives me bravery,

she,

a sanctuary of trust,

a fortress of power,

has conquered my heart's

strong-headed,

till it happily frolicks in imagination,

the imagination that

soon cuddles reality

When I find myself in her arms,

I am invincible,

and I see beyond the sun,

my hands do not waver,

and my faith doesn't turn cold

because she thaws away my fears,

with her laughter

Now my heart is fearless,

and it's no more homeless,

because it rests in the royalty

of her presence.

                           S.T.

                                                   By Kakraba Afful

They said hearts couldn't run,

but there it is, on the track of the stars,

moving swiftly in full circumference

They said hearts couldn't light up,

but here it is, in my chest,

glittering like the bravery of lightning,

They said hearts can't be energetic,

but here it is, a gymnast of love,

spinning in perfect circle,

it needs no protractor of certainty

to measure its revolvement,

or an arc,

it is 360

They said hearts couldn't be honoured,

but here it is at presence,

by her kiss made royal,

walking on the red carpet,

with cameras of admiration, flashing,

and again my mind,

spins on its axis

For her my soul does

orbit 24 hours a day,

365 days a years,

in a mighty circumference,

in a summary,

she makes my heart

twirl in an amorous ballet

360.

                By Kakraba Afful

At first I was the puppet

from fairy tales,

the pinnochio in the folk tales,

but holding your hands,

has given me the breathe of life

And if anyone has broken

the curse of fallacy,

I inhale bliss, because the spell

from your wand of power

has made me real

Now my soul is a mirror,

and I am a breathing beam,

I shine more than sunlight,

At first, I lived in a world,

where the sky shed tears,

and the clouds also wept,

but you came along,

and now even my bravery is dancing

Presently, I myself,

have been made a talisman

by her quaking might

my name has been changed from

sorrow to redemption 

My, do I thirst for your lips,

these days my being fades away,

by memories of you,

pictures of you,

make me burn like an amber

by the authority of oxygen

Now do I experience days,

days parceled with oblivion

oblivion ordained by perfect bliss,

and as my heartbeat weaves wonder

with yarn of thought,

I forget my very being

and part towards a path yonder,

cloaked with hue

and dreams that are visited

by your immortal fairness,

gifted with instant coquetry,

that is a joyous cider to manhood,

magnetizes me to you

My do I wish to hold your hands,

till earth lulls us to eternity

and our hearts rest sound,

in a fervent place,

with heavenly peace

There is an echo walking in my mind,

a symphony of happiness,

and it is her name,

talented with so much omniscience

Verily now my heart leaps,

and in hers it trusts

to be immortal.

                              By Kakraba Afful