Pleasant Words

Pleasant words are like a comb of honey,
And my love to you is like the sweet oil to your soul!
But better a dry crust with peace and quietness than,
A house full of sacrificial meals with trouble and strife! !
Wine is a mocker and strong drink is a brawler,
And whosoever is deceived by them is not wise!
But pleasant words are like a comb of honey.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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