Whenever Love Overruled Me to You — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Nasser Alshaikhahmed

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Whenever love overruled me to you;

Why are your eyes snatching the horizon?

Like someone is waiting for someone to return from a trip,

And your thoughts are in a hard labor.

And your speech is like an infant,   

Reclining on the destiny and feeling cripple.

I thought time is deceiving me,

Like clouds diminishing to allow the rain.

Did fear whisper to you secretly,

And whisper to your heart to be cautious?

I was infatuated as the dawn was drawing near to us,

And your cheeks were shining like the moon.

Listening to the whispers of violet,

It suggests that no trouble is coming ahead,

I was guarding the directions,

And dodging the distance.

Chasing off the glooms from the face,

Of my leather coach,

When it became so fatigued from oppression,

Then I sent off my longings from my heart,

To land on the panting,

Which expanded to fetch the fruits.

I told the butterfly to foster the nectar of our love from the flower’s sleeves.

And in my imagination,

I lived a rendezvous before its time and seen pictures of the scenes.

So revelations flowed in our glasses,

And love was flowing from it like a river,

Then my sighs rose before your hands,

Like a saint washing away his pain from harm.

The longing in me was burn like crazy like the fire of love at dawn,

The messenger of my temptation returned,

Inhaling the crave of desire in the presence of perfume.

Until the morning appeared and you revealed like a carnation,

That had a waiting rendezvous since childhood,

And whenever your lips leaned to kiss me,

My lips become intoxicated with the pleasure of narcosis.

A lover who is madly in love with you,

Glided down and lit up its spaces with the light of the moon,

Like the suns casting their shadows on me in a cold winter and dressing her with a coat,

Like someone who was covered.

Whenever love overruled me to you,

I recited you as an image that lives in the beginning of the line.

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(Self-translation from ARABIC)

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