It Is Like A Tape

Better things!
Her heart is deeply rooted on this love;
And, her beauty shines on her face always! !
However, a week after her flow was her muse of love.

Soft, slow, sweet! !
And like a week to her flow;
But, her heart is deeply rooted on this love!
And, it is like a tape when,
You hear the melody of her sweet aroma around.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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