My Piano And My Perfume

I don't know how many times that i saw your nakedness but,
I did cover your body whenever i do see it bare;
Because you are too young to understand the cold out here!
And no matter how hard life is,
One is well formed and well covered by sweet love.
My piano and my perfume will be there for you always,
And like the North Shore and the Off Shore views;
For the white and the black marbles do represent us and,
Like the royal wine in the citadel of Susa.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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