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One day I pledged myself to come alive,
And on the nectar of her rose survive.
She has no eyes, nor has she hair,
But she‘s a beauty beyond compare.
As though she were the eye we find
With shining lids to hurt the blind.
My soul, united with her own, is high
And never found but shining in the sky,
Therefrom I look, my love, at you
Wherein the stars are only few.
If said: “you’re fair”, it’s true but why
Is it that you, with all this, die?
When eyeing her, I feel in love
And gain more light to shine above.
Whenever felt, this love does shine
To render all bad thoughts benign.
What love I feel, though felt of old,
Becomes all people- young and old.
And many though her partners be, in truth,
So chaste are they that none is found uncouth.
TALAL KASSAD
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