Billet D'Amours Poem by Saddam Husen

I am just counting my hours
My horse is galloping in joy
This sunny morning brings your freshness
And its warm feels me your spray.

Whenever I see your innocent image
Whenever I woke up in midnight hours
Whenever your memory frenzied me
With my blood I wrote Billet d’Amours.

All my enraged, all my regale
Which turmoil in my deep heart
Every clasp with pillow in peevish
Your looming image which I feel
My rage with you when you hurt
And my love which I has realize.