Mendes Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Mendes



Your beauty reaches up to the skies and,
I am Mendes and i love you;
But the snares of death confront you like war!
And the cords of the grave are ready for you.
Hear the voice of my cry and i will save you,
For your beauty reaches up to the skies!
And of the great joy of your love that speaks the truth,
For my true heart will be with you always.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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