I Have Laid My Bed

Love on the ice and music on the run,
Your love is better than my wages!
And i have laid my bed like the American Garden,
So wake up and come to me my sweet one.

The dead line is near but,
You need the African Garden to enjoy your mind with;
For out of Asia came the Asian Garden of love to touch your soul.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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