Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

Thralled

By: Ekow Amissah

Boredom never woke the heart and you have not broken mine, Maria.
This song in my heart rings out for the woman who I would have claim me.

You have me in thrall of your nurture, wrapped in your beauty, tied in your pretty smiles.

My heart rings out a tune for you to weave into the fabric of our love.
You are enough to start a journey and I will sing the rest of the way with joy.

from the Son to the daughter sought
for Charles Ronnie Appiah