Cloverleaf Poem by Hanan Muzafar

It's quite hard to say,
The way you pluck chords,
Enough to drag me back,
To your pine yard,
where chinar is on fire,
like candle wax spilling around.

Nobody is here,
just you and me;
Stay with me,
I'll tell you,
what I've inside.

Tender expression,
makes us to forget and laugh,
and our wildness,
cleaves a still thought.
Why do they deduce,
and then blame;
For they do not know,
what we've inside,
While we share a four-leaf clover,
and I feel calm,
with you.

It's a delight,
To meet you in this chaos:
Who knows,
When will be the next chance;
As usual,
you look elegant tonight,
shining bright,
and I came here,
To celebrate my defeat;
So far we go,
and what's meant to be,
will be,
I hardly know,
with you.

All the lights in dark,
looking for someone,
To rely on,
But I held your gaze,
like a fragrance from sage;
As we sensed the impulse,
That murmur and scratch around.