Ahmad Al-Khatat writes

The Age of Love

 

Today, the universe celebrates the birthday

Of my only gifted princess and my fiancée

The clouds will turn transparent like my heart

And blue like the night above the birthday candles

You are the chosen sin from the god of desires

You are the hottest wave from the sea of saltness

Take me to a homeland of nobody’s words that matter

And rebirth my skin to melt a thousand times

With an emotional ribbon tying my spirit down to 

The pillow I unchain your feelings from the blanket

Therefore, nothing will be personal or private

Love doesn’t have a uniform but a lusty scent

By any other name should I write on your cake

Two days, and already it seems like twenty years

That we were friends since the night you were

Born to be my past, present, and tomorrow too

No more secrets nor stories to hide again

In my hands, there is your name whenever I

Read it, tears fall on my cheeks like the rain

When it falls on the window of a lonely widow

Train me to be the age of love like yours today

To stand up and look for a paradise full of

Jasmines and red roses blooming only for the

Tastes of your honey lips and strawberry nipples

Behind the old tree shadows up in the north

I would intentionally break my muscles for you

Healing from you is worth extending to a lifetime

I love you darling, and happy birthday again

 -- Sara Mostafa