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Hakim Kassim Jan 2019
LOVE LOST (1).

you alone had for me the
        words to soothe,

you alone could touch my
      heart in truth--

you remember our first you
    kissed without a sigh,
and that answered for me all
    possible why's;

you called-out to my soul
     for a home,
and I then sought myself no
     longer to roam,

and ever since then you
    stayed close and dear,
never too far away, you were
      always near:

no more! for you're on my
      lap no more;
so much with me here is
      thus sick and sore!

in the bleak winter eve dark
       with breeze,
in my lonesome thought are
       but images of you to
            caress--

and over the fire of my heart,
       o! love that never was,
as I in my mind fall into
       tumultuous pose:

a willing casualty of an
      expectant Dream
that's in me become but a
       soul in stream

of tears, of pain and love, of
          you--
stark reality of an end
        tonight, yet the might-
            have-beens too!

and canTime ever care
        to heal
where true Love but hurts
        for real?
               -by Hakim Kassim.
                (d. Jan.19.2019).
Hakim Kassim Jan 2019
Gorgeous eyes to
     soothe,
I see in you a heart
     of truth;
TENA, you're already
      more than a friend--
For all day today, you
     were on my mind!
A fresh face, touched
     with rare grace;
From deep within the
     soul, your eyes,
Sweet TENA, answer for
     me all possible whys:
Why should I seek
     another--
Yes, I just want us
     together!
              (d. Jan 12, 2919/Jigjjiga)
Hakim Kassim Oct 2018
(for Ifrah Osman Dahir)

  The purposeful look, a passing
         smile--
My eyes fixed at a whole world
         all the while+-
A world of joy through figure
          lean and smooth,
And what a world you're for my
          cares to soothe;
By a sudden turn you look at me
          with an amused frown,
And caught off-guard, my eyes

          hurry to be withdrawn:
Yet deep in me somewhere you
          caress and touch,
Speechless, I'm lost in your lean
          figure to watch--
For you're to me that indelible
          Dew of Heaven:
No words need be said, you're
          beloved!
For I see scattered across your
          face,
For which with fiery desire I love
          to gaze;
You need to clasp a stretched
          caring hand,
I need love, a heart willing to
          understand;
Your cheeks are rosy, though you
          seem not to care,
I have nothing to give but my
          heart, all and bare!
You seem too tired to relate with
          this uncaring world:
Yet I hear and see you up and
         happy, not cold;
No one grows sick and tired for
         love,
And the unrest in your face
         means for a move
To come--the Knight on the White
         Horse:
Can I be the lucky guy no less
         the worse?
               -by Hakim Kassim.
               (d.October 31, 2018)
Hakim Kassim Oct 2018
THE PROPOSAL- (1).

just lost in your eyes,
for they are THE answer to my
            whys!;

day and night, it's for you my
            soul  weeps,
and  my poor heart, for yours
            pleads,
for I love you so, by the exreme,
seeing well we belong to the
             same stream:

so between your ******* let me
             thrive,
there to rejoice in all love and
             life!
I do not mean less than for keeps
for my heart numbs at the
           mention of your name,
              O Love true & deep.
                 -d.September 23, 2018.
Hakim Kassim Oct 2018
MEMORIES.

where there's no one,
i rejoice a whole world!
with nothing on the ground,
i hear all love in tender
         sound;
with nothing to see in eyes
i alone enjoy green fields;
when there's for me no beat
gabriel lends an effortless
          hand to complete;
smiling faces by me stand,
eager to hold me in hand
Hakim Kassim Oct 2018
EVENTUALITY.

after life?
no double-faced knife.
of life, a loser?
--no, just an browser,
sharing all in life's pipes.
there's much to engulf one!
trust in empty hope.
why not 'out' the rest mope?
. . . a weary, reserved sigh:
Hakim Kassim Oct 2018
TO HER I BELONG.



silence on lips,
in heart it all calls, it kills!

real love calms and grows--
like a well-nurtured rose,

ever-blooming through the years,
never stained by doubt and fears.

here she loves and cannot give
         her hand,
I'm in deep need for someone to
         understand:

'you're always on my mind!'
I've nothing left to lose behind--

all and only to gain you is before
            me:
God, would that it were left as it
            would be!
                  -d.September 23, 2018.
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