by Edward Kofi Louis
Tenderly he spoke;
With the muse of the Mahogany tree in view.
Gifts of love,
Gifts of life,
Gifts of peace;
With the golden slips at the golden gate of love.
In days past like the muse of the golden age,
And, to be content with the muse of love.
With the muse of the Mahongany tree in view.