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| A Portrait - Gibran - |
Quatrains (7) , Passion
- Rumi-
What can I do, my love? I'm in love with your face.
Your beautiful eyes make me shy, what can I do?
Each and every moment, passion rises, peaks, flows,
And I haven't a clue about what to do, God knows.
*
I asked you for one kiss, you gave me six.
What teacher taught you, that you're such an expert?
You're so deep a source of goodness, so kind
That you've set the world free a thousand times.
*
Any thief of a kiss can have your lips free;
When it's my turn you set a high price.
Any crime you forgive without real cause;
But mine?--you cry for the harshest of laws.
*
Remembering your lips, I kiss the ruby on my ring;
One I cannot reach, I kiss the one I can.
My hand can't touch your distant sky,
And so I bow full low and kiss the land.
*
My heart wanted only a kiss from you;
The price you asked for that kiss was my soul.
Heart jumped in the deep and flowed alongside soul,
Advising, 'Close the deal. The price is cheap.'
*
With a smile biting those two ruby lips,
How beautifully, idol, you've come to life!
Stealing my heart that day was not enough;
Today you're back, intent upon my life.
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