My Baby

You were like a gorgeous tomato plant met last night!
And with the ostracised nature of theings;
But, how can i live without my baby?

I heard your name and i came out to see you,
But you were like the axles deep in vineyards!
And like stone fingers that violates my private realm.

This codex of love remains the fact that,
I want to be with my baby always! !
And, you are now like the pictures on the frame of my mind today.

I need my peace and i need my baby,
So, i want to be with my baby always!
Because, i have learnt a lot in this life.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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