You Are My Curse

Your eyes as a curse... You ambush me everywhere... Your lips are an avenging sword... You are always in my sheath to whet it by me Your hands are keys...whereas my sadness' Smiles get opened... You are my fate that awaits my soul... You are running in my veins to Settle in my neck... My fate that flourished after I was like a leafless tree... - - - - - - (13/4/2015) _____________________________________________I translated this poem written by poetess Sarah Zakkour into English from Arabic just to make more readers enjoy it... _____________________________________________