Robert II

Your love to me was like the ways of interpreting reality,
And with images so close to my eyes at times;
But i will live on to call your name always,
For Robert is your sweet name on this muse of love.
Where are the birds that flew over us yesterday?
For my love will last forever with you,
And like the images of love that you introduced me to.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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