Though I have had friends
And a beautiful love
There is one lover I await above all.
he will not come to me
In the time of soft plum-blossoms
When the air is gay with birds singing
And the sky is a delicate caress;
he will come
From the midst of a vast clamour
With a mist of stars about him
And great beckoning plumes of smoke
Upon his leaping horses.
And he will bend suddenly and clasp me;
he will clutch me with fierce arms
And stab me with a kiss like a wound
Thad bleeds slowly.
But though he will hurt me at first
In his strong gladness
he will soon soothe me gently
And cast upon me an unbreakable sleep
Softly for ever.
And a beautiful love
There is one lover I await above all.
he will not come to me
In the time of soft plum-blossoms
When the air is gay with birds singing
And the sky is a delicate caress;
he will come
From the midst of a vast clamour
With a mist of stars about him
And great beckoning plumes of smoke
Upon his leaping horses.
And he will bend suddenly and clasp me;
he will clutch me with fierce arms
And stab me with a kiss like a wound
Thad bleeds slowly.
But though he will hurt me at first
In his strong gladness
he will soon soothe me gently
And cast upon me an unbreakable sleep
Softly for ever.
loves,
fatin asifa ismail :)