No Mean Love Poem by Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

When I see the spider
tirelessly crafting its web
In the abundance of an endless passion
And when I hear the chirping noise
from the end of the busy wood pecker
reminiscence entrances me;
the spring of love we have forged in oneness;
the journey we had to cover;
and my heart tingles with excitement
Emotive thoughts make me obsessed,
With the ever lingering images of yours
that constantly enslaves my recalcitrance
The die is cast
and I am captured daily
in a never fading memory of you
after we, together merged our destinies
and the event of our separation
was long sacrificed for our union