Mohammad Ahmad
11-01-2015, 11:48 AM
Am I a man of spiritual love
then tendering for latest prove?
Or just wondering for a while
and go as weak as a small dove?
Here my body has been stabbed
And my eyes going staring and faded
Once I here you my verses
You fleshly dance and in my faith imagined
As a poem when no desirously has been written
No rhyme will be and no meter
Love is a poem written year after year
But is more sacred going near and near
Shall be then in one soul and one grave
Till God forgives and then separated
then tendering for latest prove?
Or just wondering for a while
and go as weak as a small dove?
Here my body has been stabbed
And my eyes going staring and faded
Once I here you my verses
You fleshly dance and in my faith imagined
As a poem when no desirously has been written
No rhyme will be and no meter
Love is a poem written year after year
But is more sacred going near and near
Shall be then in one soul and one grave
Till God forgives and then separated