Love III
 
 
She stands alone as one,
Bright as the wandering star,
A beauty, apparent, hidden, sometimes too far -
In a dream, his vision,
Tendrils of flame, grasping him -
Shields his eyes, only to return
To face her once more,
Longing to find what words are for,
What need when there is forevermore
A love that stands alone?
Where all of time comes to now,
Until now, there was none!
 
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir