An Innocent Face That Haunts Me Poem by Shuaib Saifi

Every day, passed by me like the wind,
Seldom a little slow, seldom a little fast;
Never touches me but the heart and mind,
Awaking many slept desires for a long to last.

I begin to behold a garden around me,
Having the beautiful green trees of love; -
Whence comes even a romantic melody,
My mischievous beats with a shake to move.

Let her be called the freshness of early morning?
Or a blooming innocent bud of some garden?
A tuneful song the nightingales warmly sing?
Or falling upon the heart a mild intoxication?
For me that innocent face’s above even all these,
As every time that haunts my heart, mind and eyes.