Bed Of Roses Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

I will give you spiced wine to drink my love,
With the fragrance of apples! !
For, i just came out from the valley of the garden of love.

To grow faint and to become weary!
The choicest wine is what you need now from me;
So, i will give you spiced wine to drink my love.

To the perfumed box,
A song to my well-beloved;
Cultivated with the muse of true love.

Wash yourself and make yourself clean my love,
For my sweet bed of roses waits for your lovely muse;
And, i will give you spiced wine to drink.

Chariots! !
Like the rushing of mighty waters;
But, floods cannot drawn out true love.