It's Midnight Let Us Write A Love Story Poem by Akhtar Jawad

"The old clock of my late grandfather
has struck twelve times.
We have too much talked!
We talked about our childhood,
when you chased the colorful butterflies
and I chased a girl watching the attractive movements
of a growing body from the back.
The buds of beautiful rose plant
with glimpses of delicate pink petals
singing the song of a promise,
assuring,
soon I'll be a beautiful pink rose."

"Let me chase the beautiful butterflies,
I know you can run faster than me,
still you love to follow me.
You are waiting for the time
when a volcano is erupted in me,
and I am beautified with a valley of mountains,
I become a green landscape of flowers
with a frozen lake that melts
and overflows in a romantic summer."

"I know on that day you'll run faster
and overtake me.
How nice,
you really overtook me.
It's midnight and it's my turn once again
I have turned my face to you
watch me from the front
I have grown in beauty! "

"A beautiful woman is capable of striking
many musical melodious bells.
My long silky shining hairs
I promise to record in my every hair
the stories of golden nights with you,
my forehead on that your name is written
as my fate ultimate,
my two eyes that twinkle like stars,
my two lips like a boat in a calm lake,
my two skies like arms to cover the entire
yes, I am a woman and I move with a vast universe.
Many more,
many more you'll see when you begin your journey.'

"Look at the smiling moon, it's my face,
before you start the journey of love
I want only one promise from you.
When my hairs ripe with your crazy stories
you will not forget writing the love stories!
For my ripen hairs,
I shall borrow colors and shine from my heart
and in return I shall give love stories to my childish heart! "