(for Ifrah Osman Dahir)
The purposeful look, a passing smile--
My eyes fixed at a whole world all the
while--
A world of joy with your 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,
Caught me off-guard, my eyes hushed for
withdrawl:
Yet deep in me somewhere you caress
and touch,
Speechless,, I'm lost in your lean figure
maybe to match--
For you're to me of that indelible Dew
from Heaven:
No words need be said, you're my
beloved!
For I see scattered across your face,
For which with fiery desire I yearn to
gaze;
So if you sought to clasp a stretched
caring hand,
I need you, with my heart willing to
understand;
Your rosy cheeks, though you seem
not to care,
I have nothing to give but my heart---
all and bare!
You seem somewhat weary with this
indifferent, this uncaring world:
Yet I envision you up and happy, not as
cold;
We never grow sick and tired of love,
Yet the unrest in your face sighs for
a move
To come--the saving Knight on a
Horseback:
Can I be the lucky guy no less the worse?
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(-d.October 31, 2018)
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
(for Ifrah Osman Dahir)
The purposeful look, a passing smile--
My eyes fixed at a whole world all the
while--
A world of joy with your 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,
Caught me off-guard, my eyes hushed for
withdrawl:
Yet deep in me somewhere you caress
and touch,
Speechless,, I'm lost in your lean figure
maybe to match--
For you're to me of that indelible Dew
from Heaven:
No words need be said, you're my
beloved!
For I see scattered across your face,
For which with fiery desire I yearn to
gaze;
So if you sought to clasp a stretched
caring hand,
I need you, with my heart willing to
understand;
Your rosy cheeks, though you seem
not to care,
I have nothing to give but my heart---
all and bare!
You seem somewhat weary with this
indifferent, this uncaring world:
Yet I envision you up and happy, not as
cold;
We never grow sick and tired of love,
Yet the unrest in your face sighs for
a move
To come--the saving Knight on a
Horseback:
Can I be the lucky guy no less the worse?
-by
Hakim H. Kassim.
(-d.October 31, 2018)
