Even When It's Heavy Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

Love is like the morning clouds.
‎Like the dew that goes away early.
‎Smoke coming through my window, so I caught my breath.
‎Like the first fruit in its season, I found its purpose.
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‎Like a song, I kept it cool, like a dance.
‎Like grapes in the vineyard, I sought its wine.
‎Sweet, like dreaming of becoming honey.
‎It all feels wrapped, like leaning on the wind's wings.
‎But I am never going to let go.
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‎So I sew it all together as my hem to wear.
‎now that I heard it's here to stay.
‎As it's heavy, it's something to lift