Loves Poem Poem by Suraiya Islam

So many states have crossed the thorny path
The prince brought blood rose.
Numerous scratches on his chest did not hurt him.
But love has died in Cleopatra's negligence.
In his chest, with hope, the prince asks the last question.
And how many troy burned, then you will be mine, love?
The princess stares at the distant horizon,
Have you seen the hide and seek of the clouds and the sun?
The prince sighed and said, "I saw the war on the full moon."
Is that my job to watch the game of clouds!
The princess smiles; "which hand plays with the sword, bini yarn garland in that hand?
Prince; You do not understand women's minds!