The Mermaid Loves The Love Poem by Akhtar Jawad

A dawn is approaching, an aurora is smiling,
The morning star on the blue stage,
With her wet eyes, drops tears that are boiling,
But the dew earth gets is free of her rage,

Her soul is happy but the passion and lust,
Sad and grieved on the passing show,
The heated pearls have removed the dust,
Wind that cools is soothing though slow,

The dew when settled on the lips of a rose,
For the final shower of a flower to decay,
He bows the head, he is now close,
To a lovely friend, for the last display,

Display of his love with tears in the eyes,
The morning hymn like the slow moving waves,
The waves could not rise to the high skies,
And disappeared in the bed’s hidden caves,

The dutiful river diligent in her motion,
Leaving behind the beds with petals,
Carrying the aroma with beauty of devotion,
The shining gems, the noble metals,

The mermaid in the ocean welcomed to see,
“You forgot me, in the love of someone,
Was she more charming and dearer than me?
All your sins, for this love, are undone! ”