Xenophon

Dry up your tears for there is somebody knocking at your door,
And there is a great difference between 'love' and 'hate';
But i am here to show you the way to the land of true-love!

Xenophon,
You are like the sweet oil over my head;
And i wonder if you know how special you are to me,
For are you so deep in my memory!

I cannot forget you so easily,
So dry up your tears and listen to the knock at your door;
Because i love you for what you are!

Xenophon,
You are very special to me;
And better is a diner of vegetables with love than,
A fattened calf eaten with hatred! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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