Rokia

Why did you not come to my my lover? !
For the money stayed with me like,
Baal and Baalam in the land of your muse.
Why did you not come to me my lover? !
For i have been waiting all night long at the gaste of love;
But, Adonim and Elohim have eaten up the minds of your neighbours.
I have thrity donkeys in thiry cities! !
So come and stay with me my love and let me introduce them to you;
For you are very beautiful to behold oh my sweet Rokia!
And like the hairy garment all around you in the land of your sweet muse.
You are like the giraffe and the zebra in the land of my joy!
And likke the muster of this love in the thick forest;
But, you are now sitting under the palm tree alone waiting for me;
All the same, blow the trumopet of love and let me take you in,
For i have now seen the evidence of your virginity.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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