She Makes Me Love To Love Poem by Kassim Mohammed Ahmed

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Love's path, threading, I dread

And lovers in my eyes, all are queer

'tis in name. practice, rare

Emotions to great minds are mere



Be it exist though,

shall I be sick and get cold?

knowing am smart for little cupid

his arrow for company, ready to shoot it



My eyes have long been unseeing within their sockets

Such beauty to which holy men would give their offers

by me, prettier than her a woman never lived

'tis Canaan of old to the Israelis a gift



She makes me love to love

and at that, all over 'gain

when our lips, caught in a hug,

that they would never refrain



This once mare liberum of a heart

now solely her mare clausum

for that she wished, and am glad to succumb

What being, several picks in one cart



And she makes me love to love