Copyright 2014 Amany Al-Hallaq Let Me Wipe Your Tears, Sweetheart Your eyes fields of wheat.... Your hands leaves of basil. Your forehead is like a meadow of jasmine. Roses adorn the fields in your eyes. The seasons get lost around your cheeks. Eagles fly on your shoulders. Your heart is a heaven, never covered by the night. The dates, grapes, and pomegranates are the fruits of your heaven. The moon waves its light from your anguish. In the birth of flowers, the grove is born. The sun rises and the agony melts. Fall sneaks a whisper in the ear of spring The Ocean is heartless, the groans of the waves die on the shores. Amany Al-Hallaq, Will You Be Mine
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 15:14:17 +0000