Mamatta

I met my lover at Barracuda Beach,
And of the love that we shared at last;
But the Beach Boys could not stand what they saw,
So i took my lover to my residence to share the night in peace.
Mamatta was the name of my lover,
So the muse of love was shared in peace!
But the truth about life is always like the wind that blows us all.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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