Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
The Fragrance of Roses… Is You!
Roses always carry their scent,
But yours is unlike any perfume.
Each step you take, the breeze begins to speak,
And roses bloom without a seed!
Your eyes are magic, your cheeks are light,
Your stride a melody born of strings.
Even the rose, when it beholds you,
Feels reborn—its turn renewed in spring!
When flowers sway and bend in grace,
Your upright form outshines their pace.
The roses breathe the secret of life,
And bow to you without a trace.
It’s not of fear, nor weakness shown,
But purest love in its highest form.
It’s respect for beauty, truth of feeling—
Not just roses… your crescent-born charm!
O Egyptian… O sunlight’s glow,
O pulse of water in the Nile’s heart.
All songs fall at your feet in worship,
And every soul loves you before thought!
The scent of roses? No…
The scent of roses comes from you, and grows.
You are the poem, the music, the meaning,
A truth no chains could ever enclose!
