Eindhoven Poem by Ibn Ali

We'll always have Eindhoven,
I remember,
It took an age to get there,
I crossed a sea it seemed as if it took me years to get there,
But I did,
The city of cyclists,
Placid smiles and slender giants,
Yes I remember well,
The labour we undertake in hindsight provide the musings for our older selves,

Eindhoven,
And for what?
Eindhoven,
I'm so annoyed,
Eindhoven,
So disappointed with myself,
You're the last,
I'll burn this bridge and no one else will pass,
I'll be merciful,
But cold like a dark December eve,
From the confines of your windowsill,
Somehow beautiful,
I'm not bitter,
Not completely,
A pomegranate persona,
You have to navigate my sweetness,
My love is labour intensive,
Not for the lazy,
There's goodness in-between the layers,
You'll be well nourished,
But you have to work to earn it,
I prioritise my emotions,
But love is arrogant,
Egotistic,
Because I placed dignity above it,
And empathy beneath it,
The Audacity,
A dictator,
Aggrandised by none other than self,
All emotions are under siege,
A coup d'etat of logic,

Still, I could never hate you,
My feelings for you reflect the hymn of the Anfield faithful,
But we'll always have Eindhoven,
When you were young and addictive,
And I: silver tongued and different,
And we both enjoyed each other.