A Reed Like A Measuring Rod Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

A Reed Like A Measuring Rod



The two Olive Trees,
With minute details as they are;
But a reed like a measuring rod is in my hand,
And the writings on the alter confines your love.

The Two Lamps of the Seven Lamp-stands,
As it was with you and like my muse;
But declared to you like the colours of the rainbow!
And like the joy of my heart to kiss your lips.

Thursday, June 9, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: kiss,lips,rainbow
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