This Job Of Love Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
This Job Of Love
Host, most, lost, cost, post, frost, ghost!
On the coast of love;
And, the fishermen left what was enough for me.
You dwell alone in the land!
With a well beside your house;
But, i can feel the signal of your sweet love inside me.
Figures and images!
Controlled by the minds;
But, this joy of love at the coast is, what i need to be able to touch your heart.
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