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