The Age of Love
Today, the universe celebrates the birthday
Of my only gifted princess and my fiancée
The clouds will turn transparent like my heart
And blue like the night above the birthday candles
You are the chosen sin from the god of desires
You are the hottest wave from the sea of
saltness
Take me to a homeland of nobody’s words that
matter
And rebirth my skin to melt a thousand times
With
an emotional ribbon tying my spirit down to
The
pillow I unchain your feelings from the blanket
Therefore,
nothing will be personal or private
Love
doesn’t have a uniform but a lusty scent
By
any other name should I write on your cake
Two
days, and already it seems like twenty years
That
we were friends since the night you were
Born
to be my past, present, and tomorrow too
No
more secrets nor stories to hide again
In
my hands, there is your name whenever I
Read
it, tears fall on my cheeks like the rain
When
it falls on the window of a lonely widow
Train
me to be the age of love like yours today
To
stand up and look for a paradise full of
Jasmines
and red roses blooming only for the
Tastes
of your honey lips and strawberry nipples
Behind
the old tree shadows up in the north
I
would intentionally break my muscles for you
Healing
from you is worth extending to a lifetime
I
love you darling, and happy birthday again
-- Sara Mostafa
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