Birthday of Love
Bees, birds, winds and all trees say
you were born on 8th May
in a joyous morning
while all nightingales were singing
to celebrate your birth
on earth.
O my Love, my red Princess Rose,
since then, my day comes and day goes,
night comes and passes night,
I, in darkness or light,
adore you and take your sweet smell
and to the world your sovereignty I tell.
Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar | Year Posted 2014
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