Love? Come along and listen to my perception
Plants are shaped by cultivation
And men are shaped by education
I shall show you the ways of deep affection
A land, where all seem to be right
With no limits and boundaries outright
Where the wind is directed from the right
With sounds that hum a tune of delight
And sun seen in the darkness of the night
A bond, which we do not see
One that need not to be seen
A bond, which we do not understand
One that need not to be understood
A possession, that is not all about possession
But also sacrificing for someone else’s satisfaction
One that open up your eyes, which makes you blind
And make you see beauty in full trend
A warm light that weakens your soul
That flies up your heart and tear you apart.
Love Aqilah,
Egypt 260214
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