No One Is Fully Pure Poem by Bassam Hussain

Long days and nights
The truth they assure
Even those rest in heights
They aren't fully pure

One shines so bright
Illuminating the sight
To every month a breast
A watch to every wrist
A diminisher of her kind
To be The Sol to find

one accompanies his lover
Fixing his attractive eye
Over her he always hover
Putting her in a stable fly
He also does to hide his back
Slowly distancing his track

Even the mighty and high
Can't be entirely pure
You just need a piercing eye
A long gaze it can endure