Pyne

Science creates the future and,
Nakedness creates lust;
But my soul is crying because,
My lover is in tears! !
And, how my heart bleeds to cry for her;
But, where is my mouth to read out this muse?

I am Pyne, but my lover should take heart!
And move on in life no matter the situation she finds herself;
For, life is like that at times,
And, she has now found me!

I am free as the fiddle and,
Noted as the Books of Psalms! !
But, who can understand the situation of my lover?
For, my soul is also crying because,
My lover is in tears;
And, i need the sailing ship to land us safety at shore.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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