The Lady Eve
 
 
I thought I saw at the break of day,
Within the gardens
Of vibrant colors and wondrous scents,
Hidden behind the white of carnations,
Underneath the green of vines
Entwined upon the lattice beams,
Her pale, cream skin, lips of rose,
And straight-fallen hair,
If I would dare to look upon,
Would be lost in night.
Though her eyes it is that holds my sight,
Seems ever changing,
As hues of the fading day,
And should time come when day is done,
Upon the eve,
Then, oh, her eyes do take my breath away.
She is the rose, as lips do tell,
Though rose cannot compare,
Slender stemmed, would delight to hold
And breathe the scent of her dampened hair.
Oh, her smile, ever slightly arched,
Playfully mocking,
Though daring to accept her invitation,
To fear not the thorns
With which she protects herself,
For chance alone will not,
Sway her to surrender self.
Yet courage to approach and take hold
Is cause enough for her love to be so bold.
And I have held no greater sight in life,
Than love within her eyes,
There within the gardens of The Lady Eve.
 
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir