A Promise
by Goran Rahim
Tonight,
I am handing over my soul
To a poem
Sending it to your cold room
So you can hug it
Knowing it is from me.
Look,
How your love is making me a poet
It teaches me
The meaning of beauty.
Showing me,
All I need is your two beautiful eyes in this city.
Tonight,
I am handing over my heart
To a bird
Sending it for a kiss of your lips.
Look,
How a promise is keeping me alive,
Yet
Making me sleepless.
You tell me,
When will that day come
When
The roses of the garden will smile
When
A promise will be completed
The day
When
Our lips meet..........