Still Poem by Ibn Ali

I loved her
No pastense or sense of time passed since could change
I Love her still
The heart's wants have no respect for logic or repercussions
Open doors ignored to pry open closed gates
The heart must be a child
Petulant, bound to desire
No notion of consequence or fear
Appreciation of value or true worth
The body grows around an adolescent core
 'young one listen,
Whilst we're the same in age,
An age of introspection has crowned my head with wisdom,
Our measure for her is equal, equidistant
It hurts, that can't be helped
The wound almost healed but you kept picking at the scab
You made it worse'
I loved everything you were
And hate everything I am
My eyes pertrude in pursuit of the object of their view
How strange I must look
How a stranger must look at me with discerning eyes
Don't feel pity
Until she returns to me
ce n'est pas fini