Rolandson Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The wind blows and it knows it course,
But my love will hit you like the bullet!
Because, i deeply love you for what you are.

The wind blows and we are lost in the cold,
But the muse of love is what i bring to you;
And we will live on forever!

You are talking of a person who is loved by many;
And i am talking of a person who is loved by one;
For, i have my grandmother's grave to share with you.

The rain does not fall on one man's house,
But i am living in a small room to share this love with you;
And i need your love to move on like the bullet train.

The store is ready for the coffee and i need your love,
But Auntie Jane is around to see me through;
For the love of Narobi is all about you.

A message to my wife,
Of the muse of things that clouds the air;
Buit my faith will lead me on to fulfil my dreams.

You are after this adventure and i am after this love,
And like Rolnadson who lives in the woods!
But my muse will touch you for you to learn about me as well.