Lucero

There she is!
The woman of whom i spoke to you of;
For she is the one that i love,
And like a child wearing a linen ephod.
Year after year and time after time,
A little robe is okay for her;
But in stature and in honour,
I will praise her like my friend Lucero.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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