Nana Kwame Nketsiah
Though I Love - Poem by Nana Kwame Nketsiah
Though I love, I do not know what love is,
Though am sick I do not know what I am sick of
The beauty of love, run heavily indebted through
And through any blood
But in silence I walk; near the beach path where grains of
Sand from heaven falls.
Still wondering what indeed I am so much sick of
Perhaps the anecdote I would find to relieve me;
Of the pain I dare.
Through and through again; life is a pain indeed.
Whose secret, is buried alive and decay in the darkest
Cemetery called love.
Looking ahead, blinking two times as fast as my brains
My heart fair approach far of from a distance,
Walking up that path, the sun praises her in delight,
Though he jealously stole my words in silence and in fear.
I found I could not utter a word, while she viciously walks up
My heart voluntary moves my hand,
In a kind gesture I could not comprehend.
Losing this opportunity I dare curse my self.
Turning round and round I bravely walk away,
Visiting my very chambers were wine and beer do not cost much.
I would drink my self to death,
Still living in a mystery I could not solve.
How could I have love and not know what love is.
How could I be sick and not know what I am sick of.
Is it love the strong man I heard or the weakling woman
Who weeps in her chambers?
Though Love, I do not know what love.
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