Becker

To attest to the truth and to swing with the muse of love,
Handsome for the moon and beautiful for the sun;
But the heavens must be missing this voice from you,
And, i am the one who wants to set you free.
I am sitting here lonely and thinking about you,
For i can see your lovely face very far away! !
And i am rooted to the grounds of the facts of your sweet love;
But the reality of my life is to love you.
My sweet Becker and, my sweet lover!
Words cannot say much about your beauty;
And the heavens must have missed your voice!
But i will live on to love you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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