Flogged Poem by Ibn Ali

It took too long to take a carefree breath
I flogged a sombre heart and not a single tear was shed
I dissected every word, replayed every memory kept
My mind ran country miles and now my tired brain can rest
I no longer love, I tolerate
When it's good, it's great
When it takes the turn, the spite is somewhat akin to hate
It all began with smiles
And the kisses, and soft touches lasted for a while
For a while, every lesson learnt is for a while
I fear I'll regress if some good soul won't remind
She's the language I dream in
That one familiar tongue I'm used to speaking
Her voice stretched out for hours in the evening
A life without her made me wise
But I still miss her good face and badinage
I'm here trying to bleach all our red deeds