Winter In The Artic Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

There is winter in the Artic and,
I do mix up daily with people around to learn a lot;
But loaded with excitements in the muse of your lov,
And playing with the cunning tricks of the sky-line is my muse.
I have exaggerated figures in my mind to share with you,
And like the cold of the Artic to win your love;
But as cordial as my sheep in the land of my muse is your love,
For the winter in the Artic is all that you are used to.