Whirlwind Of Love

Love of lovers and the song of your muse in the land of peace,
To mount on the whirlwind of love to meet your home;
But the water separated them because she has no child.
Life is like a treasure of choice food,
Where thorns and traps are on the way;
But he has no child and i am now in the whirlwind of love.
Have mercy on your lips and be ready for my kiss!
For one who sows iniquity will reap vanity;
And like the words of a teacher in the land of the knowledge of things.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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