To Mix Up Spices Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

One,
Bone of my bone;

Two,
To tow up the truck;

Three,
Lying under a tree;
Free with my mind.

Four,
For our love! !
With the hour of joy on this tour;

Five,
Looking at the beehives!

Six,
To fix things together and,
To mix up spices for my special food.

Seven,
Even with your love!
Still waiting for you at eleven;

Eight,
To lose weight and,
To gain the height of my dreams;

Nine,
Fine with the art of love and,
To dine with you always.

Ten,
Hen and pen!
When in love with nature,
Meeting Ben your friend.

Eleven,
To meet me at seven than eleven!
Even in the rain! !

Twelve,
Like beautiful shelves;
With the muse of love and joy.

Thirteen,
Still a teenager! !
Seen in the land;

Fourteen,
Four at work!
With flour on the table;

Fifteen,
Like French fry!
With a tip to a teenager;

Sixteen,
Sweet sixteen! ! !
As we face 2016;
Still a teenager,
With the beauty of your love.

Seventeen,
Seen always around the corner!
At seven;

Eighteen,
Meeting you at eight;
To share with you and,
To advice you about life.

Nineteen,
Nice and lovely!
But, you need my help;
Able to teach you with the works of the truth.