Mistreated

I did not mistreated you nor lust for your love,
But you rather came in with tricks and slept with me;
Because you saw my hairy chest and was lost into the blues!
But i was your fortress in both day and night.
You came and slept with me and,
Your love melted through my heart like the new school boy!
So, what is my sin before you?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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