Barbara

If it is not broken then live with it,
But if it is broken then fix it;
And like the puberty fites of my culture,
For the bird came and took you away.
Prepare and be loved,
And with the adventures of the muse around you;
For you are what you say you are.
Oh Barbara my love!
And of the bloomed flowers around your house;
But it is the delight of love that keeps you at bay!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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