Let no one hold him,
the might of his adoration
has put all forces to rest,
her, he wishes to hold tight,
power shall be the venue
and his arms shall never rest
Rewinded to the birth of history
his genuine craving shouts
with a persistence,
he vehemently brings his
humble petition before the clouds,
for the one
Let no one hold him,
there is lightning swimming
in his eyes,
and his heart strays away
from home, natural,
never to be prodigal,
it runs with an invincible energy,
as it sees a glittering diamond
in the womb of the meadows
And she...waits for him,
charmed by the magic of breathlessness
he does not look back,
but with a smile sure,
his heart seizes to roar
and all that was fades
and that is...sweetness
she kisses him.
By Kakraba Afful