In The Treasuries Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Place your sweet love in the treasuries for me to speak,
And with the spices and the fine oil of love;
For i want to prepare my sweet red stew for you,
And like Balandan, Bala and Merodack who came to the party last night.
My fruit of love is like the gold as preserved in the treasuries,
But i invited Balah and Rodack as well to the party last night;
And of the beautiful treasure box as shown to them to understand my love,
For the windows of heaven are about to send down the rain!