Desire
I desire to speak with you my love,
For you are ignorant and untutored on this new narrow path;
And wealth is worthless in the day of wrath.
You are my desire and i am your lover!
So send me some of your red stew of love and,
I will feell alright with the muse of this land.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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