Love Me Tender Poem by Ibn Ali

Love me tender,
I remember,
When we first met,
I surrendered,
But now years later,
I intend to,
Show you what we two were meant for,
Grey haired lovers, rocking chairs,
Watching sunsets disappear,
Hearty chuckles,
Laughter wrinkles,
Feining interest at what you're into,
Just to glimpse those hollowed dimples,
Just so you would smile,
Which in turn would give me life,
We'd pray maghreb and retire,
As we escort the day into the night.