Come On Sweetheart Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Can't You come to me at a place where there is none else,
I have something very special for you, not for anyone else,
Come to me when my whole takes a single name,
I forget even my name and I become someone else.

When I become someone else you go beyond my reach,
You become a traditional beloved, please do not teach,
Will you come to me only to clean my wounds like a friend,
More than a friend, more than a flower, apple and preach.

I know that amazing moment comes under a blue moon,
You come with a dawn and remain with me till a hot noon,
Having relieved me of the heat strokes of this painful life,
You leave crying my stretched hands, so quick, so soon.

Let me return the reliefs you provided me in my pains,
Lie below an open sky, the dew does not cause stains,
Let us play a game of counting stars in the moonlight,
Let the hearts paralyze the old and alarming brains.

Come on sweetheart the wine of love we can still brew,
Soft petals of aromatic flowers with the same old dew,
The pleasant breeze on earth, porn of moon and stars,
Are enough, to refresh, to recreate and to renew.

And love! I do not think love ever grows old,
It's hot like red stars, and like blue stars it's cold,
I don't see anything else on this mortal earth,
So pure and so untouched like silver and gold.