Of the passions did I speak <br />From books old or music <br />In syntheses <br />Moses and Christ and the others <br />My masters in the tavern <br />With “Paris” did I cross <br />The sword as in Romeo and Juliet <br />Shakespeare might have read <br />Or heard the story from the city of love <br /> <br />Standing are you on the balcony in Verona <br />“The mole on the cheek of my love” <br />So went I in passions when I asked <br />The friends to hear me in the city dear <br /> <br />Known am I in the world of love <br />My self you have become as for me <br />My identity are you for my love <br />Like my address on the wall of my home <br />In the tavern when I sip the cup <br />I see the reflection of the eyes drunk <br />In passion I see for reason is not mine <br /> <br />When your sweet words descend on me <br />From up above the balcony in my search <br />You told not to speak of the philosophies <br />Of love and be the initiate <br /> <br />When my cheek speaketh the love you seek <br />Lost are why you in the world <br />Did not I tell you are drunk with the wine <br />Nature is me and the universe I hold <br />Of earth and mars and canyons great <br />You speaketh for me they quote to listen <br />The seduction of my eyes they shall never forget <br />My head in your lap but they look at my eyes <br /> <br />Like an unsheathed sword am I <br />Tread softly for the path is dear <br /> <br />22/10/2008<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passions-i/
