My Naughty But Loving Heart Poem by Akhtar Jawad

My heart is the best judge he knows me well,
it always caught me by neck
though attractive was the hell.

How naughty is it like a beacon on an island
throws light on beautiful mermaids
invites me to swim to a fairy land.

It switches off the lights and the mermaids appear,
when I stripe and put on a swimming costume,
with frightening jaws the goddesses of fear.

Dear heart! Sitting in the basement of a church
Why do you play with a so big bell
the two different tunes that clutch,

You start with a pleasant tune that invites
ending with a frightening tune that stops,
who is in the basement, why he excites?

I don't know who is he, a naughty player?
sometimes a youth sometimes a wise old man
my friendly lover or a slayer!

One day I may break the chains of the bell
I can't continue as a helpless toy
I am now tired of tunes, annoyed I tell! !