Edward Kofi Louis
Under The Big Oak Tree - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
The muse of love came and sat down under the big oak tree,
But, where is your wedding ring? !
If i may ask;
With the shadows of the mountains and the echoes of the land!
Like the soothsayers's tree in the land of your muse.
Your nakedness is now exposed and drunk with the lust of the earth,
Ambushed in the plains of love!
And like gathering grapes from your vineyard and to trod rthem with your nakedness;
As you do equate lust for love,
But, true love comes straight fromt the heart! !
Than, what you are now doing under the big oak tree.
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