Over Smart Poem by Akhtar Jawad

You come out on the road with a veil on your face,
You naughty beloved I can feel your grace!
Sometimes it's brown, sometimes it's black,
Sometimes it's dense, sometimes with a crack,
The veil is often removed by the winds,
Perhaps the veil is reproved by the winds,
I like a moon's glimpse in the clouds,
I enjoy and approve fare sex of shrouds,
What do you think of me? Is it eyes that see?
Is it hands that touch? It's me only me!
You shy sweetheart I love you so much,
I am aesthetic with a poet's clutch,
All my senses are confined in my heart,
Is it your magic or is it your art?
In a pink rose bud I see you smiling,
On the blue skies see you profiling,
I know it's you in the scenery of earth,
The virgin is hidden in the greenery of earth,
In the rains I have seen your nude striping,
Well done my love I love your wiping,
When heart turns in eyes and you remove the dust,
And then your veil is removed as a crust,
My heart then turns in the thirsty lips,
Drops by drops and sips by sips,
Yes, my heart can kiss you sweetheart,
I have seen your art now you see my art!
I am proud I love a living sweetheart,
I am proud of me being over smart!

(Nature you cannot hide you in a veil, I am over smart)