Annan

Many are called but few are chosen,
But this strange world will never lean unto the truth;
For i have been on the hard road towards success to meet you my love.
Mix languages,
And of your love so sweet like the Space Research;
For far beyond the skies i will kiss you my love.
You are like the potter on this love and,
I am like the clay in your hands;
So use me very well into the form and shape that you want,
Because i will always be there for you my sweet Annan!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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