Disguished Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

He disguished himself,
She disguished herself,
And they came to the woman by night;
Of a deceiving spirit! !
By the spring of the village,
Toil, oil, soil, boil, foil, coil!
Seeing them;
In my toil,
With my pain,
In my dreams,
With the stress of my life!
It was beyond measure,
Strongling in love;
In the days of my distress,
In the land of my affliction,
The bridle of bondage! ! !
With my age,
But, a wide space was between us.