Ali Hammoud Poet Rhyme

Wine Painted Lips

Wine painted lips.
Lips the sun had kissed.
Left a black mark. 
Later became a scar.
It didn’t spoil her beauty,
I did what I did this was my duty.
She was my dream,
She became my wife, my moonbeam.
We broke many hearts,
Not to be apart.
I showed her the way
Just for her to stay.
We drove million miles.
Together we smiled.
She is there and I am here.
This I didn’t plan.
We ended up in tears.

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Eileen Manassian February 18, 2013 at 11:45 PM Wonderful write, Ali. The sadness touches the heart. Thanks for your visit and comment on my poem. Just wondering....where are you from? Hugs! Ali Hammoud February 19, 2013 at 2:15 AM Thanks Eileen, I am Lebanese married a British from Irish parents. My favorite poet is Gibran Khalil Gibran. xoxoxox

Charmaine Chircop February 6, 2013 at 9:47 AM Very beautiful..with a sad ending but that s the.best poetry Ali Hammoud February 19, 2013 at 2:16 AM Hi Charmaine, Glad you like. Sad ending but it's true. Hugs, Ali

Charmaine Chircop February 6, 2013 at 9:46 AM Very beautiful..with a sad ending but that s the.best poetry

Poet Destroyer A January 16, 2013 at 9:43 PM wow... to paint my lips with wine... Ali, the poem is very sexy... can I call the image sexy.... but the ending is kind of sad... everything was so great... sorry to read about the tears.... xox~PD Poet Destroyer A February 1, 2013 at 5:21 PM a beautiful poem, you have painted,, the wine gave the imagery, the best gloss. that is why I asked for permission... Thank you ALI... and yes, I know what you mean... LINDA Ali Hammoud January 17, 2013 at 1:26 AM ...And sorry I missed the sex part ;) Love, but not sex! Although sex is a wonderful thing. I am trying to describe a beautiful perfect looking woman, you see being an artist myself I use paints, but I wanted to paint her lips not with paints but with wine... you know what I mean. Ali Hammoud January 17, 2013 at 1:14 AM after nearly 30 years. :( Even though my wife got sick they still don't care. Such is life. hehe tks, a million for listening. Love, Ali xxxxxx Ali Hammoud January 17, 2013 at 1:13 AM Dear Linda, I'm so glad you found the time to comment. This is a personal experience between me and my wife. She comes from England I came from Lebanon, and all odds were against us being from different cultures. Religion and background. We broke many hearts just to be together and we ended up in tears sorry to say. Until now her family are bitter towards my wife....

Anne-Lise Andresen January 16, 2013 at 12:28 PM Oh...so sweet and touching poem Ali, good rhyme. - oxox // Anne-Lise :) Ali Hammoud January 16, 2013 at 1:32 PM Sorry! Iam :) Ali Hammoud January 16, 2013 at 1:30 PM Hi Anne, I happy you liked it. Thanks for the encouraging comment too. Love, Ali