My Friends
A Akhtar Jawad
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Your thoughts reflect on your face
as charms of dignity and grace
why are you so sweet and lovely?
If you are beautiful, you are mine.
Helpless!
I love all things in the dark that shine.
Your songs touch the hearts
hit my heart, well-targeted darts
why do you sing so sweetly?
If your songs are so sweet, you are mine,
Helpless!
I love all things in the dark that shine.
Your paintings have attractive colors
real flowers! As I feel their odors,
why do you paint fragrant beauty?
If you paint real flowers, you are mine.
Helpless!
I love all things in the dark that shine.
Your poems can hypnotize anyone,
Yes, I am also the enchanted one,
why do you write such touching poems?
If your words twinkle, you are mine.
Helpless!
I love all things in the dark that shine.
You decrease my wrinkles every day,
You are made of gold, not of clay,
why do you glitter like golden ornaments?
If you decorate my face, you are mine.
Helpless!
I love all things in the dark that shine.
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