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Mohannad Khufash Poem
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
Copyright © Mohannad Khufash | Year Posted 2008
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Mohannad Khufash Poem
How blessed I am that you are in my life
Not a day goes by when I do not think of you
You make everything alright
To you I do not have to prove myself
For you know me
I love you
How blessed I am that you are in my life
How honoured I am to be a part of yours
Memories made and shared
With you the one I love
My friend, my lover, my queen
'Til the end
Copyright © Mohannad Khufash | Year Posted 2007
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Mohannad Khufash Poem
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,
How long they kiss in sight of all the lands.
Ah! longer, longer, we.
Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun,
As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine,
And Cleopatra night drinks all. 'Tis done,
Love, lay thine hand in mine.
Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart;
Glimmer, ye waves, round else unlighted sands.
O night! divorce our sun and sky apart
Never our lips, our hands
Copyright © Mohannad Khufash | Year Posted 2008
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Mohannad Khufash Poem
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory of hope, love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death;
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.
Copyright © Mohannad Khufash | Year Posted 2008
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Mohannad Khufash Poem
I heard a song within me
Was it my heart who sings our song?
And as I listen to the melody,
I can't make myself asleep 'til dawn.
My soul started to sing
And my mind begins to think again,
Trying to remember the times when we're together,
The times when we're not friends, but lovers.
Does anyone hear the music?
Do you ever care for the lonely beat?
As the music plays over and over,
Well... it's you I always remember.
The tears started to fall like rain into the river,
For the thought that we can't be together forever.
I'm not a perfect person, I know.
And in committing mistakes, I always fall.
Loneliness?
Oh, it always comes,
Specially now, that you were gone.
Couldn't be just you and me
And build our dreams to reality?
But then, it's time for you to say goodbye.
I know I've LIVED, LOVED, LOST and DIE.
Our song comes to an end
But, somehow, I hope that my heart will mend.
Even if I know that we can't be together again:
This music in my heart will keep on playing the refrain.
Copyright © Mohannad Khufash | Year Posted 2008
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Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.
"A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here":
Love said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"
"Truth, Lord; but I have marred them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.
Copyright © Mohannad Khufash | Year Posted 2008
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