She’s like a fragrant fire,
burns with passion,
yet blooms with honesty and kindness,
she is indeed invincible
like a princess of winners
or the queen of a glorious hive

she like a powerful fire,
full of unquenchable looks,
a glazing spiral of sweet suspense,

Her smile, like a dream,
her smile, like an ever-born fantasy,
indeed she’s immortal,
her eyes tell the whole story,
a novel of brilliance, power and warmth,
she is…simply magical,
so magical that the look of her face
silences the orchestra of the sea
and the gossips of the milky way

she’s a fire,
sending splinters of grace and good luck
to those who even look at her,
see her eminent face,
molded by a magnificent clay,

she’s a fire,
taming all weeds in an era of gossip,
silencing all enemies with the flaming
appearance of her mist,
she is indeed… immortal

Her eyes, like a scribe of cinnamon,
the duchess of a lemon grove
or better still, a bewildering Eden,
she is indeed a wild fire…
(Specially to Rhoda)
                                               By Kakraba Afful