WHEN from thy city comes blowing the cool wind, <br />Thy sweet memories begin to smell in my mind <br />Like a new-born rose; and a smile to dance <br />On my face pushing me into the world of romance. <br /> <br />A fresh zeal arises from the depths of my thrilled heart, <br />To write a passionate poem on thy every art- <br />And my heart wants, in thy love, a melodious song, <br />Sitting at the river bank, I may sing all day long. <br /> <br />O, love, how sweet! if even thou with me be there, <br />A fun might be created in the waves motion of the river; <br />I could be lost in thy intoxicating eyes, thou in mine, <br />No more pretty scene will be worth further to be seen.<br /><br />Shuaib Saifi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-wind-comes-from-thy-city/
