La Douleur Exquise - Poem by Mohamed Amer
It is amazing how love is a sweet absurdity
I know that,
To walk in the land of the forbidden is crazy
But why not be?
A glass of wine could be! ?
You and me
And that misery
It's only daydreaming of otherworldly
Of vague soul and shapeless body
Of someone I think walked by me
Left her perfume over the scattered study
That is covered with the spilled cold coffee
And I found myself smiling, suddenly!
Tell me that love is no absurdity! ! ! ? ?
Lost in the reverie
Of a shapeless beauty!
But it seems La Douleur Exquise, simply!
There is no perfume...
A nostalgic smell of my great love and my archenemy!
Now that fantasy...
Of shapeless beauty...
And these moments that took me...
Are mere memories.
Ain't love is an absolute absurdity?
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