Lilies For My Lovers Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Let me gather lilies for my lovers and,
Let me watch the stages of my muse;
For, i have sixty queens and eighty concubines!
And, virgins without number.

Come, oh virgin daughter of a mother! !
For you are the only daughter and child of your mother;
Come to me with your sweet muse of love and,
Let me gather lilies for you as well.

Aid, said!
All said and done;
Are you single or married?
For, i am now at the Channel Islands with my muse.

She, he!
Misplaced priority;
Win, winter!
Read it for yourself and come to me with your sweet love;
And, let me gather lilies for you.

He, she!
Boys Company;
Europ, rope!
Girls Company;
Come to em with your sweet muse of love and,
Let me gather lilies for you.