Hungary

Where will i be without you?
And to propel an act when there are misgivings;
But i am back on the streets to tell my story.

You are the memories of my past and,
One day you will understand the meaning of true-love;
For i now hungry in Hungary.

You've taken your own course without my love,
And where will i be without you?
For a woman loved yesterday is now married to another today.

Sensual love,
And with the sweet tongues of love to feed on;
But my faith will be my only courage.

Hungary! !
I am very hungry in this land;
For yesterday's woman is now married to today's man.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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