My Garden Of Love Waits For You Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

You are like the staffs of gold set with beryl,
So, come to me oh my south wind!
For my garden of love waits for you.
Baana, Shean, Taanach and Megiddo!
Do come along;
For, the muse of Zare is now laid bare! !
And, as majestic as a nation's army with banners.

Motion, emotion! !
Jut, but, cut, slut, gut, hut, put, shut;
As fat as a whale;
Sure, cure, secure, lure, pasture!
As thin as herrings;
But, do enjoy responsibly.

Forming, transforming!
Bright and beautiful colours of love;
Form, transform!
The muse of love,
The serenity of nature,
The peace of the mind;
Come to me oh south wind.

The accident!
The police;
And, y ou exposed yout two big breasts to the public! !
But, my garden of love waits for you.