Epic Love Poem by Hamza Al Saieedy

Epic Love



Higher than guns the hearts screech,
Louder when it's white; yet bleeds
Upon the paper of speech
Rising the pain through it needs..

With poems gentlemen sing
And with it they hide their pain.
Though she might be a spring
Yet; her words are summer rain

See, not mere wars are epic!
War I see any where I look
Ride thy steed; then go and pick.
Well, love is free choose and book.

Again, it's love! Oh my mate,
She's what I want to be mine!
Though she doesn't have her fate
She owned my heart with it wine..

You wonder if she's polite? !
But, none could ever doubt this.
Summer clouds in it sweet sight
And as quiet as the sun's kiss

But what the odds of beauty?
There; where life is as the dreams,
Where the thunder split the sea
With the lightning falling beams..

Friday, March 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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