Why You Do? Poem by Osama Aldeyasty

Me and you, hand in hand,
Walking together in the morning dew.
Two love birds in a peaceful land,
I whispered softly: 'I love you.'

She held my hand close and tight,
Looking at me with a tender look.
Her charming eyes: a pleasing sight;
A sweet love scene in a fairy book.

Her hair is floating then down with grace,
It's kissing my face with a tender touch.
Then something beautiful filled the place:
Flowers of life in her hair are much.

She asked gently: 'why you do'?
A smile of love was on her face.
If she smiled only once at you,
She'd take your heart to a secret place.

'Why I love you? I don't know!
Many facts in life we can't explain,
The beauty that your merits show.
About our love do you complain? '

'Why the birds yearn to fly?
Why the singers like to croon?
Why the trees climb so high?
Why the lovers love the moon? '

'Why the waves meet the strand?
Why the wind always blows?
Why the sun shines on land?
Why a diamond always glows? '

She smiled and said: 'it's only words,
You sweet men always say,
To make us feel like heavenly birds,
Later on our hearts pay.'

'No, sweetheart, my love is true.
Ask the stars and ask the moon.
Trust my words and if you do,
Deep in heart you'll be sure soon.'

'Words last more than voices;
When you say the truth, not to lie.
Words choose and make the choices:
To love, to live or even die.'




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