The Psyche Of My Beloved - Poem by Abdul Wahab
She complains, I don't understand
What more things for her to be done?
I asked her why? Did we not together cry?
Had we not dreamed, did not we see
Had not she moaned along with me
Did I not make her to utter peculiar sound
Did I not make her to shrill out of satiation
Did she not bite me out of every satisfaction
Did we not groan together after every action.
Did we not make murmuring music of life
Did I not make her to giggle and laugh
Did all these things in life for her not enough?
I feel the same for her since the beginning I swear
but frequently she gets angry and moving slowly away far
Lately I understand it is her psyche and wants me to chase her.
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