When I Shake When I Shuder Poem by Abdul Wahab

Above us was the starry sky
Hand in hand and eye on eye
As if we were in the seventh heaven
When we laid on the field lush green

Though we did not have any wing
Yet we never stopped to fly
She was made my queen and I her king
Our breaths in excitement went all dry

That soft touch of her fingers
I shake I shudder when I remember
As the memory in my heart still lingers
If she still feels the same I just wonder