Move your lips

 

Move your lips toward love and smile

without them, the feather wouldn't move over my drawing

Love is not just a tale for human beings

Nor a poem written on the glow of a candle

or moonlight

Love is a paradise high in it's mountains

A song force people to show their madness

Love is a rose with shaking hands

Waiting the whisper to snatch her heart

Love is the sound of birds in the sky

The hunter goes crazy, and they wave their wings

Love is your sweet eyes

And your winks which i never understand

It's your hairs on the shoulder flaying

And your cheeks which makes me full of happiness

Love is your name in my heart

with all the treasures of the world i would not forget

Alaa Hazzani