Wow! on this page,

I first met her,

where my heart was wedded by happiness,

look how it outshone the sun,

it could have been a luminary body

for the universe,

see how it was set free,

reborn with the wings of excitement,

it beat like thunder,

it walked on the red carpet of my life,

those were the good old days

where the signature of my heart

was gold,

those were the mighty days

where my heart was a celebrity,

no battalion of hate

could conquer it,

because her kiss,

her cuddle,

her touch proclaimed it mighty,

the cameras of all witness began flashing,

I became a role model of romance

O! and this page,

I arrived, trailing at the paranoid cafe,

where I sipped sadness

with the straw of grim apathy,

a bitter, putrid coffee,

filled with the agitation of self,

look at my heart here,

my poor, poor heart

how it blackened in bleakness then,

hurling in regret,

weeping with tears of blood,

singing dirges of doom,

you could tell that its pulse

spoke of demolision,

then demolision of my masculine bravery

with tears everlasting,

these are the two pages

of my romance

The only one...

the only one I had...

the only one who understood,

only one girl,

one broken heart,

now splinters of sadness,

the next page is blank,

it ponders...

wondering when my heart

shall ever smiled again,

for now its R.I.P in

the graveyard of memory,

a corpse of romance.

                                          By Kakraba Afful