To Be Able To Love Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

It's noon here again,
Behind my curtains, it's certainly all new,
News of you, here I broadcast,
It's all good in my podcast,

Casting memories of you like the weather,
There's a feeling for you,
An ice of you melting as a tear of joy,
So I enjoyed every bit with ash disposal,

Every breath, I feel like kites waving,
Every song, feels like honey touching,
Every sin, I feel like the devil is stalking,
Every gospel, felt like God preaching,

Teaching us both, love is a sacrifice,
For us to find its surface, as not bleeding always in pain.