Near Your Bosom Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Near Your Bosom



Revile, vile, evil, lie!
Why do you draw back your hands and put your right hand near your bosom?
But the fragrance of your perfume is like a pleasing aroma to my heart;
And like a movie star in the land of your muse.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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