Emmanuel Kwabena Woyome


APRIL LOVE AFFAIR


This piece is premised on a true experience which has left many questions unanswered and I carefully dedicate it wholly to E.A. Taale for inspiring me to.........and just like Esther's one night with the king in the Bible, those few hours caused the sun to shine on a black brother.





April love affair



Even though brief,

It saw not a moment of grief

Love streamed down your eyes-

Like tears

Whence my heart-

Was flocked with scores of fears

We hugged, almost kissed

And behold,

It was an act inspired by mission

And undeniably, came from a place of genuine passion

Mid March saw some desire for commitment

As late march was blessed with-

A well stitched sentiment

April was natural

When our disguised love,

Became almost like a ritual

Missing each other was akin to a duty

Which we performed with-

Some sense of sincerity

But before dusk-

This feeling was gone

I searched the many things I'd done

And realized that no wrong of mine-

At the time was born

Until this day-

I only long for a revival

Of our April love affair....

Submitted: Saturday, August 04, 2012
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