An Old Love Letter Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The letter you had posted in springs of the life,
I read it many times and on valentine day,
Shall read it once again with the same passion,
The day that is orange looks a tangerine day,

Days change their colors and the love that was pink,
Is blended with yellowness of the growing age,
Can't read the letter with the naked eyes,
The lenses magnify the exciting image,

May I give yellowness to the orange tangerines?
May I take pink color from a rose so elite?
Let me read the letter with the closed eyelids,
I remember by heart the contents of the write,

The eyes don't need a lens to convey,
A message of love you received many times,
The sun is the same and the moon is the same,
The verse of stars still twinkling with the rimes,

Mustard flowers are pretty but the kites,
Dating with the clouds in the blue skies,
Say that the wind has something in its soul,
Forget bitter truths and enjoy sweet lies,

Forget yellow color let us close our eyes,
Imagine a boy, who is chasing a girl,
Feel the crawling hands on pinkish curves,
Feel hot breath in your silky curl.

The old letter says read me once again,
Kiss the dry petals in that love is alive,
Prove you are living and appear in person,
It's love with that you can ever survive,