The Night That Comes Only Once Poem by Akhtar Jawad

In dark it's brighter,
These are eyes of love,
That sees in the dark,
The treasure of beauty,
Hidden deep inside,
In a mortal body!
And tonight's beauty,
Shall become a memory,
A lovely memory,
Everlasting joy,
To call back the youth,
In the cold nights,
Of the sadist age,
That will not spare.

Let the title of this night,
Be a silence of nature,
That speaks through the hearts,
And her words scatter,
As moon and stars,
As clouds that embrace,
In the distant skies,
The smiling moon!

The winds that blow,
To see the dance,
Of The Queen of Night,
In the white bridal dress,
And enjoys the fragrance,
Of charming flowers,
Like the fragrance of a maid,
That can make insane!

The leaves of the trees,
The waves of brooklets,
Do not speak,
But the wind touches them,
And the body language,
Of the silent beauty,
Writes a poem of love,
A lyric in fact,
A melody immortal,
And sings a song,
On the music of winds
Just listen to it.

The nights of nature,
Will continue to come,
The moon will be kissed,
The stars will watch,
But this virgin night,
Comes once only once,
Let the lips talk the lips,
And keep them engaged,
Let the title of this night,
Be a whispering silence.