A Comment On Stephen (Steve)howard's Haiku 3 Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I see your face there in the aurora of a dusk,
I know it's an illusion,
you do not come in the sunlight,
and then I hoped you in the moonlight,
Alas! It ended in frustration!
You forced me to love, you have many charms,
I have only a loving heart and welcoming arms.
I didn't cry but the dew on the leaves
is a sign that night cried on me!

Could I see a dawn with pink smiles
kissing another in the greenery,
could I steal beauty for my dry lips
that changes me into a scenery,
could my lips be ecstatic and vibrate,
could my love change my killing fate,
I shall not smile but the smiling flowers,
will be a sign that night smiled on us!