Love In London Eye Poem by Alaa Elgadi

Turkish beauty! Let us try to abandon,
Everything and immigrate to London.
I am a Libyan poet and this is my visa,
And you smile prettier than Mona Liza.
Let us locate our date beneath the Big Ben,
You will not get lost in the thick fog, then.
Shall we hail a vintage taxi in 10 Downing Street? ,
Or we just obey the enthusiasm of our passionate feet? .
Let me hold your aesthetic waist and walk,
Excuse me! My kisses are the stammer of my sweet talk.
Let us sit by the Thames River when it is clear in the afternoon,
After I buy you chocolate and white roses, shall I croon? .
Let us take the Double- Decker bus and go to the London Eye,
Because the white doves are eager to see you in England sky.
It is a unique sense when you forget the laws of gravity,
Especially with the company of a belle and a poet full of suavity.
Wow! It is raining! Let me take you under my umbrella,
And be careful with your flowery high heels, my Turkish Cinderella.
Here we are! Let us have some fudge and a cup of tea,
I won't read any newspapers! For politics always arrest my glee.
Later I will take you to the most authentic place in the town,
The Global Theatre, where Shakespeare used to praise the Crown.
But before that I would like to write my passion in English,
For the process of learning Arabic and Turkish seems to us very longish.
Pardon! What do you mean by “Yok ingilizce'? ,
Do you tend to say that you have been as a deaf with me? ! .
Illiterate beauty! Love is rebelious against linguistics and dictionaries,
And beauty and logic are its only government functionaries.
You intentionally deny to understand my English speech,
Despite I speak a few Turkish words and you, I beseech.
Now both of us are in Northern Cyprus and we cannot go to London even for tourism,
For you never understand English and I am a Libyan poet accused of terrorism.