All That We Love Poem by Heba Faraj

Of all that we love and of all we are fond
Once gives a smile, once does not respond
All that we love and all that we give
Like death, must come, when we must live

All that we love are all we must fear
For they play us harmonies we love to hear
Of all that we love and of all that we find
Are from the gifts of a devil, very unkind

All that we love we must not keep
When we wake, we find
It gone after sleep
All when we love will be all what we see
Believe we are bound to what has made us free

When the gift of the devil in our hand has been held;
In our hearts a feeling that has never been felt
In the light of a star we think we have found
What has always been a curse from the depths of the ground

All that we love will eventually come
When our hand is closed and can handle of it none
All that we love and all that we give
Like death, will come, at a time when we live