Mohamed Mansouri Poet Free verse

My Love Is a Palm Tree

My Love Is a Palm Tree


My Love Is a Palm-Tree 

			Who’s she?
		A palm-tree lofty head to which the morning sun
first pays homage 
before it falls 
on earthly faces;

Who’s she?
A palm-tree shapely bosom where overnight dew
into manna grows;

Who’s she?
Twain palm-tree open palms 
grace-fully fanned 
for a homely hug;

Who’s she?
A palm-tree whose sweetest freshest sap
quenches my sirocco thirst;

Who’s she?
A palm-tree to whose sight
 	I owe my seeing;
A palm-tree to whose parts
 I owe my all.
  
		
				Tozeur, January 2002

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Beata Agustin April 16, 2025 at 11:29 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.