Inspect The Doors

Three, tree, free;
The sperms should fertilise the eggs is not,
There will not be a baby!
And like the muse of love in the land of lovers,
But i am diagonally stationed to respect you.

Clamp,
Provided,
Around;
Covered with love and fitted with roses,
But inspect the doors of your sweet love before you open them to others.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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