PRINCE 1

It started like child’s play
As you listened to the naught I say
It started like a fake dream
A soothing balm on hurt scream
Oh a snail’s pace would have won
If it was a competition started by a horn
But you did creep in, somehow

II
Now I am left thinking
Whether the thought of approach was that thinking
Or an afterthought
Bought after a will’s fought
Never think me sly
Truly I am an innocentia in that dawning fort
But I did feel, on your thoughts, high
As the mind pricked to answers sought

III
Unfortunately there was a jolt
Abruptly made by a revelation
Which to many might be blessings
But to this mind, a warning
Blame not the you
Who saw the fingers which wore not your ring
Its head was crowned and damaged long ago
By the cursed royalty of adulthood
Making firmness one of her many flaws

IV
If there was ever a prince I envisaged
Standing close, shadow to shadow, in the light of sunset
That was you no matter how brief
If there was ever a peace in fantasy
Ridden by chariots of my dreams
You promised a perfect companion
I just hope, decisions like mine
Will not separate the handshake of friendship
Built on tickets of hard trust
This is me, one in much
A soul difficult to see
Seen by your expert eyes
But fate has written a perfect script
In whose ink on my loving sheets, you are hardly seen
I just hope you are blessed with a me
No matter how rare
Who will squeeze out all the love there is
To blend with yours into your mortal eternity
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 26, 2018