my arab king it is hard for me to put into words the happiness amp magic i feel now
My Arab King,
It is hard for me to put into words the happiness & magic i feel now that i have found you in this lifetime....So i got a little help from a famous Arab poem writer. I love you and looking fowards to create the lives to come.
When I Love You
by Nizar Qabbani
When I love you
A new language springs up,
New cities, new countries discovered.
The hours breathe like puppies,
Wheat grows between the pages of books,
Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey,
Caravans ride from your breasts carrying Indian herbs,
The mangoes fall all around, the forests catch fire
And Nubian drums beat.
When I love you your shoulders shake off their shame,
Turn into lightning and thunder, a sword, a sandy storm.
When I love you the Arab cities leap up and demonstrate
Against the ages of repression
And the ages
Of revenge against the laws of the tribe.
And I, when I love you,
March against ugliness,
Against the kings of salt,
Against the institutionalization of the desert.
And I shall continue to love you until the world flood arrives;
I shall continue to love you untill the world flood arrives.