Mohammad Ahmad
03-07-2015, 02:48 PM
A white face, wearing her blue sash
A girl of eighteen towering as a sky
I wait her as a moon at darkened night
Her face likely turned glowing at once
As she against her furnace stood baking
As a soft silk she is when she bends down
I to her eyes find myself a slave
A clear-eyed as two glowing lamps
Her eyes promised me to come near
And I looked through them to my heart
A charming eyed as the dawn when breaks
And my flowers have been opened soon
I watered them by a word she said
I find myself a bay and her arm my sail
A girl of eighteen towering as a sky
I wait her as a moon at darkened night
Her face likely turned glowing at once
As she against her furnace stood baking
As a soft silk she is when she bends down
I to her eyes find myself a slave
A clear-eyed as two glowing lamps
Her eyes promised me to come near
And I looked through them to my heart
A charming eyed as the dawn when breaks
And my flowers have been opened soon
I watered them by a word she said
I find myself a bay and her arm my sail