The Man Of The People Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Of something very cold,
But hard and very sharp!
My searching fingers finally bumped unto your love;
And the blackness came over me with,
A whistle to escape with my lips!
Let us shake our legs,
For the mind will last into the night;
And she held me with the muse of the scent from her hair.
I was fussy about how i am fetched at home,
But the horses need me becasue i am the man of the people;
Because the hissing snow fell on my body and,
I was very glad that she was with me.
I will dropp one more act on this love,
Rattling through the mind of my lover;
And like the lifeless remnants of the months gone by.
My mind is with her like,
The superstitions flashback of the night;
And of the misfit act that is carried away by the wind,
For she held me very tight with the muse of her love!