A POSTPONED KISS

I will melt in your love like the holidays in my country, without slowness or a postponed kiss, for love does not know dull songs.

I will disappear in your love, for you are my beginning towards the cities I know; filled with all the warmth. You are my story that falls violently like a waterfall kissing the foreheads of the valleys and trees. Yes, this is how I learn the song, this is how the eyes smile at their lovers, and shine from there; from your sleepy kiss where every dove swimming in the Euphrates at noon. This is how I blossom with all the kindness like a dewy rose whose lips the morning kisses, so they turn red like a pink dream that fell one day with the rain.