Mockingbird Poem by Ibn Ali

Each time she smiles at me,
I died violently
From wanting her,
And I smile back,
Not seeing my reflection,
Wondering, if she sees
The want my mouth won't speak,
My lips are clasped,
My nostrils almost flare
From lack of breath,
She reads like a poem,
Her scent is like an aura,
When she passes,
I close my eyes and bask,
Her comportment's something royal,
That's why,
I die violently,
Every time she smiles at me,
My fear is that she knows,
And she's smiling at me mockingly,
Mocking me,
Mockingbird,
Why is it your song's unheard,
Have you found your mate,
You seem to me a lonely soul,
And I see in you,
Elegance, eloquence,
I see something regal,
Yet still,
I die violently,
Every time she smiles at me,
She shakes me to my core