Sweetheart Never Forgotten Poem by Habib Ibrahim

A story within a poem
By Habib Ibrahim / 2005

To lose a sweetheart is really a great plight
Seeing his image in corners when turning ever'side,
" Bring me some water or juice.Let's go out. "
The lass beholds his face shining the house.
She trims his room in morrows,
Cooking and serving meals on times.
To wash and iron his clothes is usual
Insane of him she got and love affair.
No memory; 'cause considering him alive.
When bodies evade, traces are kept in heart.