A Cold Day Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

I am from another tribe and country,
But you are welcome to my home my sweet one;
For i do hear the sounds of the guns and,
I don't know what it means.

Down came the storm without a clue,
And of your life in the cold without help;
For the salt of the sea has frozen your breasts.

This is like a welcome guest,
And of the tears of salt from your eyes;
But this day is very cold and,
I am her to care for you.

A cold day and of the muse of your love,
Why waste the food on the table?
For the children played and made merry,
And like the old love tune for my fair lady.

Fair and sweet,
A cold day is all that it takes today and to save you;
And of the young girl who is mused beside the well,
But you've deeply buried your eyes on this issue.