Black Maiden

Oh woman...
You hold my heart prisoner
In clutches of love
That promises all
But gives away nothing
From sunrise till dusk
My heartbeats sing out
Music of longing and desire

Maiden...
You! Embodiment of beauty
Walking testimony of black elegance
Who sets my blood ablaze
Like burning grass in harmattan
I look for a stream
To cool my forehead
Only to find out
It is dry

Maiden...
You black angel, you,
Taunting my heart
With languishing looks
But tramping on it
With contempt.
Woman, is your heart
Carved out of stone?

                                                                             BY: J. AMOAKO-GLOVER