Burning Bush

I cried unto you my love with the voice of romance,
But you were nowhere to be found in the burning bush!
So i laid down and slept my night in sorrow,
For the morrow comes with its own wonders.

Clap your hands if you still love me,
For i need your love to carry on the day;
But i still don't know where you are! !
If not, i am ready to go out looking for you all day long.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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