Theory Of Love And Poetry (2) Poem by Waseem Sherif

writing about love
breaks my own rules
it's a strange thing
naked as the moon
i knew love - i know
it to be sad and true
i know the love Meadow
eastern winds to African dunes
reaching my heart
through distant tunes
'baby can i hold you'
she sings for me
'close to you'
a fragile soul
pure and fresh like dew
she likes my brushing
my hair - giggles when i do
indeed love is strange
but for it is so that
love no longer lives
in my ink moods
words always fail
my feelings and hues
yet i keep writing
writing about love
breaking my own rules

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