It Is Rosy Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The muse of life,
Defeated by the edge of the sword!
In the name of love;
When your valley was watered from the mountains.

The colour sof nature!
To humble you with the muse of love;
And, all that you could touch and kiss!
As you were crowned with glory and honour.

The muse of life,
To the plains of love;
An of the truth!
For, true love is rosy.

Love,
It is rosy!
So, do endure it with the muse of the truth;
And, live in peace with each other.