In my belief
Love is the spiritual beam,
The beautiful dream
The lovely tune of pure, unending stream,
It is the singing nightingale
Composing a symphony
That even the deaf can hear
It is the spoiled child who grows
In the spring of flowery years
It is the star, glittery and bright
That shines in the dimness of the sad heart
And the yearning eyes roving left and right
Waiting for the whole moon to appear
Sealing a kiss over the long-years-waiting hair
It is the sea that reworks the pearls
Of the bottoms a bracelet, unique and rare.
Take my hand the bells have rang
And the echoes have danced and sang
The flowers are kissed, the souls are watered
And the world can now sleep satisfied.
Wasan H. Ibrahim
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paradise-of-love-4/
