The Love Poem by AbdelAziz Alhaider

The love

All the lands of God can be get used to .. you can love her
Except the homeland if you lose your steps in it you will never restore her love for ever…..! ! !
No love is born from oppression…… and no love with prostitution
The love is welcomed.. free.. the love is a God above the time, eagle
And the love, that we did not feel her taste until now mixed from the bitter taste, and the salty
His bread soaked in tears
A festering wound on his way to gangrene
If it is not filled with... Panic it will be fragile
Love is Search for an incomplete death
Or swimming in a stagnant pool
All the Gods land except that called the homeland
Abhorrent superstition myth of the mind
All the extended time except the present time
The brains abscess filled with pus
Are we lie again?
Or sit down to burnt sun tasting the hot cigarette
Are we return the circling around the playing garden… laughter Garden
Or we moving slowly... very slowly catching the weary heart
From all this love that weighting the burden of aging

by Abdul Aziz Alhaidar

27/03/2010 Baghdad