A Sip, and a Farewell

I drank a sip of coffee from the hand of that gentle beloved— and with it, I said goodbye. Yet the bitterness of parting never fades from memory. Grief beads like blood on the brow of longing. I wander the alleys of your love, seeking union— my sighs and sorrows rising past the seventh sky. Time gave me nothing but a goblet filled with blood. Perhaps it has vowed to slay all helpless lovers. With a single glance, she stole the hearts of all who loved her— and every tongue can only praise. The arch of your brow— that alone is the prayer niche of lovers. Your ruby lips, sweet as honey, drop pearls with every word. Each night till dawn, I chase the snare of your curling hair, while you, in the air of my heart, wait in ambush. Drunk in your presence without a drop of wine— without you, I am nothing. And you— you know it well.