These Apples Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

These Apples



I am an open book to your heart,
I am the mirror that you look at daily;
Come and touch this sweet apples of mine.
I am the mirror of your love and,
My sweet apples are nicely prepared for you only;
Come and taste these apples.

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Edward Kofi Louis

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