Like Goads

The words of the wise are like goads,
And of words of delight that lights the heart!
But you went very deep into me like well driven nails,
For your vines tendered grapes for me to be around you.

By night on my bed i sought out for him who i love,
But i couldn't find you among the lilies;
And in my sweet dreams i held your arms,
And today you are my beloved and i am yours.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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