Tears For Summer Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Must be salted and be eaten,
Must be nice and be mused,
Must be with honey and be romanced,
Must be perfect and be accepted,
Must be tender and be loved,
Must be sweet and be tasted,
But, how did the gold became dim today? !
Tears for summer;
And, tears for my lover.
I am given to the unknwon with your muse,
Like the day and the date of my birth;
And, i wonder where you are today with your nakedness,
For, jealousy and hatred make the souls sleep much worried in the graves.