The Lost Love

Will a lover be satisfied embracing a ghost 

Or will a thirst lover quench his thirst in a spring of dream.

I will make my soul an Envelope for her soul

And my heart a residence for her beauty; and 

my breasts grave for her sorrows.

Tomorrow: you will enter the gate of life and 

I shall enter the gate of death willingly.

In hospitality you will be receive and I will exist in 

Solitude but still I will erect the status of love and 

Worship it in the valley of the deaths.

Love will be my sole comforter; and I shall drink it like 

A wine, wear it like a garment.

Those who love has not given wings to fly the clouds 

Of disappointment to see the magic wave in which hers and my spirit exist together.

Words come from the depth of my heart like a flame of fire 

Which leap rage than disappear in the ashes.

Love shown me the path of happiness; thou lead me in the road of misery.

The ghost of despondency seized our love to choke it in its infancy