Farewell, My Inspirator
I prowled her as a deer,
Among the others there,
She is a heartless hind,
Asphodel is fair and kind,
She is a flower of the earth,
Her eyes gave me a birth.
A piece of music is her face,
Her name is a glad grace.
As a soliloquist, I never talk,
Just averting eyes with a look.
"Hi, how are you?"
I said in a soft whisper,
"welcome, fine, you"
She said as a melting butter.
We send our looks with the wind,
Recognize us within and outside,
Her eyes when she smiles,
As the morning sun shines.
I loved her as Keats loved beauty,
She is my pen, an ink in poetry.
Love never fails,
But in a glance,
With painful patience,
With faithful fountains,
When you read these leaves,
You spell my name with lips,
As the earth kisses the bodies,
I wished to make round trips.
Never gain, but get pain,
As a bird, I am slain.
I k now you are unrancorous,
You know I am unvolptuous,
Fate is my executor,
Farewell, farewell, my inspirator. © Ahmad Yasir