My Heart, He And She Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I have a house deep inside a forest,
I often fly there for peace and rest,
It is surrounded by tall and dense large trees,
The place is famous for many mysteries,
Many roads touch the beginning of the dense forest,
And all have a claim that, "I am the best, "
I smile on the claims; I smile on the names,
The lovely roads have beautiful frames.
There is no road to go to that fairy's place,
Which shines in the dark, with a gorgeous glace,
But I have wings which I don't see and find,
As I am in fact by birth a blind,
The house is occupied by a mighty guy,
I am weak and helpless can only cry,
I can't turn him out saying leave me alone,
He will impose on me a deadly clone.
And he pays me for his using my house,
He has given me a fairy as a lovely spouse.
Thanks to the wings you know as love,
Thanks for the guy for making me a dove.