Something

There is something very suitable in nature but,
It leads to hell always;
And for how long will you hide your face from me?

My sorrow's deep is without your love and,
This poem is for the unborn children as well;
For she's all that i have and now,
She's pregnant for another man.

Can you hear the beatings of my heart? !
For the seed of her future is now in her;
And i want to know who the father of this baby is.

Take care with the property between your legs and,
Be very thankful to someone who cares about you;
For i will live another day to praise the muse of love!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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