(dedicated to Little Morning Star, a poet friend at poemhunter) <br /> <br />I saw that she had tears <br />running down pink cheeks <br />she slowly turned bright red <br />how beautiful God's creature! <br /> <br />neither I nor her was ready <br />to tell about our feeling <br />finally I took her hand <br />I was able to feel <br /> <br />why this has been going on? <br />our dreams follow the inner will <br />I was ready to fly to her illusion <br />I've promised not to let her down<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-s-note-seven-lago-canzone-napoletana/
