Lover -- a poem

LOVER

What is a lover 

who did not

one day (or night)

declare the Love?

What is a cloak

which was not

one night (or day)

torn and shred? 

You hide 

and hide and hide and hide

'Til the core of your heart 

is infused with the secret. 

What perfume is this

that which not

day and night 

escapes its folds?

Declare the love!

Declare the love!

Oh you lover, 

declare the love!

What is this life?

Which is not

at this moment

put aside. 

Make way for Love!

Make way for Love!

~

.ramla

2:12 AM

January 15, 2010

At the writer's desk

Dedicated to Nimra Amjad-Archer.