boukhalfa laouari - My Book

I have opened the doors i shut
I saw on my book such a heavy dust
I have breathed my love’s last
And made a grief stricken gust
She wonderingly pondered on me
Who is this stranger I see
Even pages sought who may I be
As if I’m not what is she
Oh love that I was once timid to utter
You turned plain and freer
How funny you are and tender
Though hard was your rupture
Remember my heart once our flame
No longer love, mere ashes of shame
And now that the wind of change came
It took all and my youth the same
Even its residual fading keepsake
Look what of it do snows of ages make
Let’s search it for heaven’s sake
In such an elegiac poetic rake
Oh! You are the same nowadays
And I have almost lost the ways
Look love that I’m not the same
Yet still burning is your flame
Oh! Love why you left me alone
I’m loosing knowledge of who really I’m I
I’m turning to mere flesh and bone
Do you remember such days that are just vanished
Which wounded me and left you unscathed
That all sweeter than you are and tender
Than all sweeter you are and better
Yet none that you maybe harder

boukhalfa laouari

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