Trading The Love Poem by Ibnu Baker

What has happened to this frost?
Instead of fading away,
Spring continues to crown herself with rays of light...! !
The wind, having breathed in the mist,
Now wanders about basking in the heat
To ward off its own chill....! !

Though the length of the days
Never seems enough,
As I lie here wondering
If time itself has become trapped
Within the freezing ice...
I feel an aching desire to see you...! !

In the marketplaces,
The trade of 'love'
Is unfolding in significant proportions...! !
They are selling the tears
Of captured garden roses,
Labeling them as rosewater...!

To seize the throne of love,
From where did all these
'Days of Celebration' emerge...! !

My girl,
In every evening that we walk,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Kindling the flames of joy...
The blossoms upon the roadsides,
The meadows, the gardens,
And the mountain slopes—
They bloom for nothing else but our love...! !

Do you remember?
At our first meeting,
I did not give you a flower...
I took you inside a flower garden...! !
The smiles that bloomed on your lips
In that very second—
I am still nurturing those 'flowers' within me..! !

On the routine nights
Where I take you with me,
And you take me with you,
As we return to our respective homes...
From where did this teddy bear appear
Within our embrace...?

To forget the bitterness
Of the silent hours when you don't speak,
I savor the words
From the moments when you did..
No chocolate could ever
Be sweeter than that...! !

The nectar tasted
In the moments of a kiss
Is sweeter than honey...
Come, my girl, to drink it dry....
Let us pour down showers of kisses every single day...! !

When the kisses subside
And we remain clung together
In a state of meditation...
No words have the strength to surpass
The vows our eyes have already spoken...! !

Love is not a commodity
To be commercialized, my girl...
It is a torrent
That leaps
From within one soul
Toward another..! !

Come, my girl..
No... wait...
I shall come myself....! !

I long to see you...
To fill my soul with your love
Until the moment I die....! !

In that moment,
Like Victor Hugo,
I want to be ecstatic with the thought:
'I, too, am loved! '

Yes,
Within the ecstasy
That we are both loved,
Even death is a state of bliss...!