Melina Poem by Alaa Elgadi

Melina



I adore the moon when it is very round,
And your Asian face when you come around.
As a Japanese butterfly, you mesmerize-
My poetic mind and rest on the hedge of my eyes.
I adore the roses when they are arranged in a bouquet,
And how your scented hair is gathered in this aesthetic way.
Your mottled white shirt paints a Korean Spring,
Swaying from a plateau to another in a flowery swing.
Your voice sounds like Chinese wind chimes,
And the lips are two cherries inspire me couplet rhymes.
If I make your acquaintance- I am quite certain,
That I will explore a new world behind your origins’ curtain.
Oh! So you are from Tajikistan wonder lands,
Now Cyprus spring sun turns cold in your hands.
Sorry! Beauty, I neither drink politics nor geography,
My world’s map is a poem and my compass is a cup of coffee.
Melina! You have come across my mind as a highlighter,
That would highlight my passport’s occupation as a writer.
In the moonlight’s eternity,
There is not any permanent certainty.
Your angelic face is very mesmeric,
And your name is a title of a moonlit lyric.

Melina
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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