Widow

Lovely as the cloud and gently as the night,
And you wandered about seeking for love;
But like a widow gathering sticks,
Today is the day that you will find a lover so dear to your heart.

The signs up there have declared your name to me,
And like the muse of your love so sought out in the bush!
But lovely as the cloud, i have laid my bed so gently for you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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