Of Her Glory

She laboured and gave birth to her children,
But be satisfied with the breasts of her consolations;
So that you may walk out and be delighted with the abundance of her glory!
But sometimes, i do hope that i could do a lot to all;
Because, i still feel like helping all in this world.

She laboured and gave birth,
But be satisfied with her breasts! !
And like the muse of love in the land of joy;
But closely monitoring the situation is like,
The precautionary measure against the muse of love in this land!
And like the joy of your words at hand.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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