
Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
O Lady of the roses, hear my plea,
Too long your absence left my nights in chains;
Where is the breath that once would set me free,
The jasmine smile that banished all my pains?
Where are the bloomsācarnationās gentle glow,
The tulipās grace that dwells within your gaze?
Whereās orange blossom, morningās sweetest show,
That woke my soul to greet the dawnās warm blaze?
The lavender that whispers to the night,
The violet that calms the weary heartā
All gathered in your form, a rare delight,
Each petal playing loveās eternal part.
You are my sentenceā start, my songās first line,
Yet whereās the end that makes your truth all mine?



