The journey called love is beautiful,
Like a Princess from Arabia,
Her beauty is sweet,
just like a rose from true love,
Her curves are ruthlessly dangerous,
second to none, not even the daughter of Sheba,
Her hair, smooth and silky, a truly Godly gift.
My dear, don't be fooled by her beauty,
Don't be deceived by her thorough speech,
Her unscrupulous characteristics will manifest sooner than you think.
Then you will understand what it means to die on the curve,
when the shadows of darkness take you for a stroll down the valley of evil,
then you shall fear evil
Because you shall despair, and call for hell.
In her deep forest, are scavengers,
scavenging from the kill of the numerous predators,
This is what they term, bittersweet.
Galavanting on this road is deadly
The wise tread with caution,
The geniuses are quiet and observant,
The fearless move with confidence,
For death is not a force we fear,
Not even spirits nor demons,
Predators flee in terror while scavengers chase after them for their live flesh
Do you know why?
Because God is our helper,
Our courage,
our strength.
So we move forward fearlessly
across the plains of love,
And Journey through the curves of unending bittersweet,
A wonderful adventure it is indeed
I am glad I fell in love,
Love is beautiful,
love is lovely,
Exciting and fulfilling,
Even so,
Love is hell
A place of restlessness and bondage
Even so,
Am happy to be in her bondage of love,
There's no other place I will rather be,
than with you,
On this journey called love.




© Tales From Ghana