Abdullah Rihawi

Rookie (21/5/1990 / Aleppo)

Sonnet Vi - Poem by Abdullah Rihawi

Being thy thrall, what should I do but bow
To thee and ask thy pardon for being too nice?
So hearken to thy slave and pity just for now
For thy absence his heart to pieces did slice!
And thus by heart he did always stand at,
And so did he cry, shout with faith and tend
Where by night he on thy porch lay and sat
And all those nights often did he alone spend,
When thy snore was merg'd firmly with his sigh
That he did eagerly seek nothing but only you
Lest he lose thee and for thy mercy he may die
And pass away without bidding him just adieu.
OH! he said the truth that love is too blind;
Though you offend, I claim thou art too kind.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011


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