My world gives glory and does prostrate,

my heart gives honour and does venerate

to the splendor that hugs it till present,

its unfathomable,

but a shimmer that stuns the mind,

and heals my wounds with

the smile of adoration

Let the piano play

and speak of fortitude,

when my tears have been invaded by boldness

and my eyes don't cry anymore,

this is a great eclipse

where sweetness outshines normality,

and passion goes beyond stability,

the equity of her immunity

The violin sings,

she's classic,

she fed me

with amorous minestroni

she is the cloak that I wear

and now I am unassailable

to the chill of loneliness

for her,

I would be bridled by insanity

and galloped into sanctity

Now my name becomes supreme

because she gleams within me

she turns my memory to hot caramel

and now joy

is the ice-tea of valentine.

                                                   By Kakraba Afful