I came to your house and saw the heavens above me!
Like love brewed in the African pot;
But, the Sweet River of Love started crying! !
When, you said to me that, it was all over between us,
And, i was left alone at the end of the road.
The muse of life,
Standing there alone;
On the 17th of December 2000,
And, i could hear the ocean crying out loud as well.
The muse of life,
The forest came along to me and gave me the kiss of hope;
Even though, i was totally lost with the very words that came out of your mouth.
Oh my heart! ! ! Take me home;
For, she knew what she was doing when she said that, it was all over.
17th december 2000!
This was my very story at the end of the road;
And, gone too soon was her words,
Then, i carried my feet out of Winneba.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem