Like My Sister...

Oh, if you were only like my sister;
Who mused at my mother's breasts!
But you are now bartered into the land of your muse.

Life is like a spiced wine,
But loving you was the way ahead;
So take the white envelope and open it,
Because my hope is what you need on this love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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