My dear lovely friends, Adams and Eves, <br />I don't like you, as you are thieves! <br />You have stolen my heart, <br />I salute to your art, <br />The art of stealing, <br />An act, wound healing, <br />I know you love me, <br />I wish I could see, <br />You're smiling faces, <br />Shall steal some graces. <br />This game of stealing, <br />Its emotion and feeling, <br />Its beauty and charms, <br />In my weak old arms, <br />I shall show to the moon, <br />A lovely super moon, <br />We shall see it tonight, <br />With joy and delight, <br />You shall also see the beauty, <br />My eyes will meet your eyes so pretty, <br />You will see me, <br />And you, I shall see. <br /> <br />A few days after, <br />At the zero hour, <br />In between two dates, <br />Victims of their fates, <br />May dream we enjoy, <br />A lovely nice toy, <br />That sings a song, <br />With the beats so strong, <br />Like a beautiful dove, <br />We know only love, <br />We do only love, <br />We live for love, <br />Our God is love, <br />We shall die for love.<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-zero-hour/
