by David Asamoah

Their dark thoughts are eclipsed by blinding love
For her sweet soul, it’s all their hearts can see
As martyr’s sights are fixed on realms above
And reason dies to set their chained thoughts free
There’s no shame in that trip to martyrdom
As in their wills, for her their hearts have fell
To humbly enter beauty’s lost kingdom
While coping with the pain of mind-block’s hell
Their faith in her is more than love’s desires
Her words sweep hearts and help to understand
The morals, griefs or fears of past admirers
For some their love and fame rest in her hand
Know her allure lies not just in the rhymes
But in the feeling brought back from past times.