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