Love Poem: Let Us Wed---

Let Us Wed---

LET US WED

                               As the eciplise the moon covers the sun;
                                 Like as ants build mounds tunnel hills;
                                                I have become;
                                           I love you so it’ thrills;

                                    Bitter sweet are those berries;
                                             Sour is the wine;
                                        Oh! My, lovely my darling;
                                        Allow yourself to be mine;
                                                 Let us wed;
                                                  Nuff’ said;

                                                 06/20/18
                               Written by James Edward Lee  Sr.2018©