At The Entrance

I entered through the gate of her love and she cried out loud!
For the joy of my love made her cried out for more;
And like the tongs of gold!
For, i went in and ate and drunk with her,
And there i met her big brown eyes.

Wait until the morning light and,
I will be with you my love;
And at the entrance of your gate of love,
But your pure gold basin is now around me!
And, it is all about love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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