Take my hands,

so we do depart

from this forlorn world,

where all turns bitter and

foul by the extinction of the heart

Within me, a bright curiousity,

slender with understanding,

climbs a mystical walls,

and I hope yours does to,

look into my eyes

and there is truth to find,

a bed for laden passion,

where you mind

shall be astounded by a perfect lullaby

Take my hands,

so we depart,

from this melancholy land,

so our tears can turn to honey

and the moon moans

There is a painting of our hearts,

of a land somewhere supreme

where gold is spread over apples,

and we are deemed with a glory

foretold yonder

so,

Take my hands,

do not deny

the flame that burns your sadness

without doubt,

till you smile

the way you smile now

like an everlasting wilderness

beyond knowledge

Take my hands,

so we can be together

in paths divine,

for your soul is mine

and mine yours.

                                    By Kakraba Afful