She Gave It! Poem by Ohood Al.shabibi

She Gave It!



That lonely house, that little secret,
It wants to rest, just for a minute,
Its windows and doors are black,
its furniture and things in it are full of dark,
When someone go past it,
Do not give it any thing, not even a gift,
At night, that little house looks at moon,
It wants something; it wants it very soon,
In the prison of hatred, it's a prisoner,
All it wants is a blind leader,
It's blowing from its guiltless quit,
Its light wants to shine all the night,
Its patience makes the patience tiring,
Is there someone can give it something?
The depth of its sadness barely gobbles the earth,
Its aim beholding all the things especially the death,
The vines help it all the time,
Do not think it's a crime,
Because that lonely house is my heart,
So can anyone give it a little of light.

That little house at the end become my heart,
And she who gave it the shiny light,
She is amazing, beautiful, graceful and unbelievable,
But sometimes she's not true a magical,
Not now, not even in a second in my life,
I don't know the reason but the reason isn't a knife,
The knife doesn't put this deep cut in my heart,
The knife doesn't make her true just at night,
In my dreams in my deep, in my deep, down there,
A few of true persons in my deep down there,
Someone who gave me the test of life,
The unspoken love the silent of beauty the mystery of life,
She is my dreams in my deep, in my deep down, there,
There she is, there is she.
My love my shiny light,
Save me don't give me blood give me faith,
Give me a piece of this huge earth,
This thing between us I wish that it stays,
If the distance becomes very far I won't forget you in any case,
Let's hold our bodies by our feet and stay in this stage,
Do not turn the book to another page, do not change,
She is dreams in my deep, in my deep down, there,
There she is, there is she.
My love my shiny light,
Do not make my heart a forgotten heart.

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