Obed

The bows of the warriors are broken and,
Those who stumbled are girded with strength;
But my love will always be with you.
Obed is your name and i do love you,
Because i am like a lover sitting among the Princess;
But like she who was barren and now had given birth,
Your love is all that i need.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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