The Guest Poem by Ibn Ali

You see love is a guest
A familiar stranger
She spent with me some time and left
I'm pacing at the door
Awaiting her return
But nothing yet
I cupped my hands to hasten the delay
My thirst was high, my hands were dry
All I could do was wait
It's faited for us, this pain
And I say us assuming you feel the same
And I'm just waiting to receive my guest again
All you are is recollections
The sweetness offset by the bitterness chasing
You're all I care to write about
Love so short lived compared to the eternity without you after
The notion begs me chasten
I clutch at features but it's more the time we spent
It's like a blindness set
After I've fully appreciated nature
I see your picture fading
But I've seen it, your form in every splendor and if I never see you again, I needn't
You're defined with comprehensive meaning
I hope you're happier than me
But if you don't return then I pray I'm cancer free
And I wish every part of you extracted
If you're not with me, I don't want you near me
My pen stems from hurt you seeded
If I stood in that same place where we met first
I could only hope I'd walk away
But I held you and it's the truest thing I felt
You warmed my soul
For a lot less longer than you scorched my feelings
And the constant pain for that fleeting joy makes it seem unworthy
All just seemed a moment
For me to want you makes me seem insane
I scarcely write your name
Should you have the misfortune to find yourself in my arms again
And you see the moon is bright,
Then tell Byron I'm still roving
Tell Frost the gold remained
This Maude is mine and mine to hold, my empathy's with Yeats