In The Throes Of Life

In the throes of life,
I rather keep my faith and works when it comes to love;
For we are blind until we find the truth!
In the throes of life,
From glyph to analogous!
But, can you tell me the colour of love?
Nice and freely,
Wet and slippery,
Joyful and lovely,
And from cytology to testosterone!
But i am tempered with the same sense of humanity.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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