When The Wind Comes From Your City Poem by Shuaib Saifi

When from your city blows the cool, sweet wind,
Soft memories begin to bloom within my mind
Like new-born roses; and a sudden smile
Dances upon my face, lingering awhile.

A fresh zeal rises from my thrilled heart's core,
To praise your grace and love you even more.
I long to shape my passion into song,
Beside the river bank, the whole day long.

How sweet, my love, if you were sitting there,
Catching the rhythm of the river's air;
Lost in your eyes, and you in mine—
No fairer sight could ever be divine.