Treasure Island

Edward Kofi Louis

(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

Duty, deputy!


The woman!
To go to her great city;
Love!
With the mind which has wisdom;
Duty, deputy!
With the sweet muse of life that breeds love to unite us togther.

Love!
To sleep like a king in your arms;
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And, with the visions of enough gold to play with.

Love,
Of the aroma;
Gathered together with the muse of humility and passion,
In the land of beautiful roses.

Love!
To sleep like a queen in your arms;
And, with the attributes of the muse of life,
Bring peace and gladness.

Life!
With the muse of the aroma of sweet love;
In the great city of this woman,
Sharing in peace and joy.
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Along the muse of life.

Submitted: Friday, January 17, 2014
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