I Love You As A Whole - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Why do you love only your continent,
why do live only for your nation,
why do you sing only for your culture,
why do you die only for your religion?
I love your silky shining hairs
hiding a moon.
Your hairs have a lovely Milky Way,
that descend to your forehead,
a pink sky challenging the blue umbrella too old,
below the pink I see two naughty twins,
with umbrellas on the head,
singing and dancing,
and then obstacle for my amorous sight,
exciting encouraging to climb and descent,
on the other side of the lovely hill,
and what I see!
Are these petals of a rose!
Or it's something that was stolen,
while Eve was leaving the eternal garden,
may be the crater of an active volcano,
when its static it's a bud,
and when dynamic,
either it's a source of flowers of words,
or a hot stream of sweet lovely songs.
Between the dimples of cheeks,
and above the nimble chins,
are your pink soft lips,
one may live for it,
one may die for it.
I don't know who are you?
What's your name?
Where do you live?
Your religion, your color,
occupation and age,
but I believe,
your lips are sexy and appealing!
for exciting and inviting lips,
I can't forget the rest of of your face,
and what ever you have,
from head to the feet,
and I don't send a flying kiss to your lips,
I send millions of flying kisses,
to each and every part of your body,
because my love is not confined to your lips,
I love you as a whole,
and I know you soul remains in your heart,
and I know your heart needs this bribe,
he is the guard of your soul,
everything is fair in love and war,
I shall bribe your heart,
and then my soul will embrace your soul,
and the souls will then see,
no continent, no nation, no culture, no religion,
just a land where there is nothing other than love!
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