My Woman Poem by Akhtar Jawad

How sweet is the salt of the earth, Oh Skies!
The world is a lie but I love its lies.
Canals of honey may be tasty and nice,
how can I pay its too high price!
Water of canals that flows on the earth,
send an Angel to rate its worth.
Behind the skies no sun no moon,
pleasant morning and romantic noon,
aurora of the evening and stars of the night!
my life on the earth is shining and bright!

I’m ready to be wet in the bright sunlight,
ahead of me is a soothing moonlight.
I need rains of the summer storms,
the winter is pleasant in the soft hot arms.
Your flying fairy is a fanatic dream,
daughter of Eve is a warming ice-cream.
I don’t want a charming bar attender,
my woman in herself is a wine of splendor.
I know fairies of your garden are charming,
my woman is both, cooling and warming!