The Youth Poem by Rasheed Alqahas

Your hair became gray.
Do you think your youth dreams still shine?
Do you think you can love as you had been?

O my love, my heart still as green as spring.
The fortieth for love not silence at all.
I am for high mountains to climb their rocks.
I am who grant love and pity sweetheart.
I am an eagle the horizons know my name.
In open space I flew as I wish.
I do not accept to yield for weakness.
I will still in love for ever for love.
I will still in the love racing yard.