My Special Lady Poem by Saddam Husen

SPECIAL LADY
My whole world is you
My letter and its words
My scars and its pain
My heart and its beat.

Every wind has a special mean
It is bringing your sweet spray
Trills of your tingling earnings
And exalting sound of bangles.

The song of birds perplexes
Blooming lilies of near pond brooding me
It seem yours white dress bud
These all far fairer aura stirred me.

I made my special lady's image in air
And talked about my state
Asking about her amatory
We whispered for long hours.