Conditional Love

Do not wish for love It will not come As you wish Love wishes are not writing On the spring butterfly wings Do not count on hopes, Love guidance, Or a flood of chaotic sorrow Assurance Love has its own weather Its own battlefield It has a castle, knights, bishops And its own popes Bypass this ancient language writing in your lips Bypass the ancient old scripts Bypass your heart surgeries And feeling attacks Bypass your orphan poems Bypass your fate Hold your breath Like holding the clock hands And the town streets Make a list of new colonies To invade Through up your shade Be a simple titan Without a tribe support Be an indulged new shah Take off the shell of being A classical woman A Bach symphony Turned into night soft Harem.