Whirlwind Of Love
Love of lovers and the song of your muse in the land of peace,
by Edward Kofi Louis
To mount on the whirlwind of love to meet your home;
But the water separated them because she has no child.
Life is like a treasure of choice food,
Where thorns and traps are on the way;
But he has no child and i am now in the whirlwind of love.
Have mercy on your lips and be ready for my kiss!
For one who sows iniquity will reap vanity;
And like the words of a teacher in the land of the knowledge of things.