In Love Poem by nana salama

I read his poems today, each one in order,
each time they stunned me, love poems,
for the first time made me weak in the knees.
Heart fluttered, lips trembled, mouth moistened,
my eyes peered as through rose colored glasses.

He made me drunk, and if he knew, He, probably,
would simply grin knowing it would happen.
And I am in love with his poetry, deeply,
but I wonder if he is as cunning physically?