by Freeyad Ibrahim
My Beloved and I have got
an amazing way to amuse each other
She smiles every time I weep
And I smile every time she weeps
Dull time must be dulled by dullness
She tells me I hate the sunset
I joy her and say I am the sun
Warmth and brightness
She smiles then, her face in my face
My face glows then with lightness.
She tells me that her neck hurts,
so, if I kiss her, it will be all Good!
She knows that I will kiss her neck
For sure
and I know that her neck does not hurt
For sure!
&
Freyad Hugo
(Dutch writer, author, columnist, translator, POET.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem