Colour of My Hair

Look at the colour of my hair!
For i am now an old man;
So look for another man to marry you,
But if you still love me then let us move on.

The joy of your heart is like that of mine,
But occupied in my mind is always your sweet muse;
And i am now an old man wondering around,
But you are still like the tree of love to me.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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