Throne Of Stone. Poem by duke perry abrokwa

In the house of love, I dwell alone,
A marriage bed, a throne of stone.
My heart aches with a longing deep,
For the love I crave, but cannot keep.

I am a bird with broken wings,
Who cannot fly or feel the wind's swing.
I am a flower in a desert land,
Aching for love, but no one to hold my hand.

The silence echoes like a canyon's roar,
As I sit here, lonely to the core.
My heart aches for the love that's gone,
The love that once shone like the dawn.

Now I walk through the halls of our home,
But the love that was there has flown.
I am a sailor lost at sea,
A heart that yearns, but cannot be free.

Oh, how I long for the love that's true,
The love that once made my heart anew.
But now I am left with memories alone,
In the house of love, but on a throne of stone.