Edward Kofi Louis (13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)
I am quizzed to the art of your love and,
I need a vision to stand upright;
For i have met your mother and your little brother.
Of the elegance of the opera,
Of the strikes on the blues of love;
But, the first night of your love cannot be renovated with a dress.
Elitist to the art of nature on a millenium,
Surf unto her love like the midnight blues;
And with profoundly protective effects.
Forever in love and forever young,
And to the connotations of this planet with the parralel of rthings;
Because the purists state of it will take you to an embarrassment.
Tomorrow never dies but today is with us,
And yesterday is gone too soon.
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