The Observer
By: Naa Doodua Doodu
A day to share, a day to dare—
Not gilded roses, perfumed air,
But love untainted, pure and spare,
A lantern’s glow in shadows bare.
The beggar’s palm, the orphan’s plea,
The silent ache of souls unseen—
These are the hearts we’re called to see,
To kneel and serve, not just to glean.
Yet now, the feast of love’s soft flame
Is hawked in malls, stripped of its name—
A plastic rose, a scripted game,
Where lust’s cheap thorns outshout the tame.
So let us break this rusted chain,
Revive the soil where love was sown,
Not just for one, but all in pain—
For love, when true, is never alone.
Plant seeds of grace in fractured lands,
Hold trembling hands, rebuild what’s marred—
The greatest gift two souls command
Is choosing we when worlds turn hard?
I love this❤️