Conditional Love Poem by Atef Ayadi

Do not wish for love.
It will not come
As you wish.
Love wishes are not writing
On the spring butterfly wings.

Do not count on hopes,
Love guidance,
Or a flood of chaotic sorrow
Assurance.
Love has its own weather,
Its own battlefield,
It has Castles, knights, bishops,
And its own popes.

Bypass this ancient language writing on your lips.
Bypass the ancient old scripts.
Bypass your heart surgeries
And feelings' burns and attacks.
Bypass your orphan poems.
Bypass your fate.

Hold your breath;
Love's ocean is deep
You need to take a deep Breath
As you dive down.

Hold yourself
Like holding the clock hands,
And the town streets.
Make a list of new colonies
To invade.
Throw off your shadow.
Be a simple titan
Without tribe support.
Be an indulged new shah.
Take off the shell of being
A classical woman,
A Bach symphony,
And pour out the bad water,
And what makes you a night soft Harem.