Parpa

He is called Parpa ad
My love to him is like beauty and the beast;
But i do know his story and feelings too.

Our hearts will grow on this love,
And i will surrender all that i have to him;
For life is all about the muse of love.

I will not worry much about what i have,
Since i am in love with him;
But when life is empty, where will i go without him?

There are more things we do behind close doors,
And Parpa is my man on this muse so sweet;
For he has all that it takes to love me.

Making love with him is all that makes me go round deeper than ever!
For the first time that i ever saw his face,
I knew that he was the one to carry me on like the blues of songs.

I thought the sun reflected on the rose of love beside me,
So i will never leave him alone on this love;
For Parpa is my man so sweet on this muse that satisfies my heart.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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