Sweetest Thing

The night is very dark and,
The music is dying out from the musicians;
But my hope is still on you my love.
Like the Island of El Medano,
You are the apple of my eyes;
And like the Island of El Hierro,
You are the sweetest thing that brings joy to my heart.
In the night of love,
I am stranded in my mind like a bee;
But with the heart of a baby in your lovely arms.
You are the sweetest thing that ever came to me,
And you are all that makes the night so sweet.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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