LOVE VERSE – WINTRYPOET

I ADORNED YOU

I gave you necklaces and fancy perfume
To encircle and caress your soft neck.
Fine silk and furs your body to deck,
But they only blemished your beauty’s bloom.

I gave you gold and diamond bands
To decorate and adorn your fingers.
I filled all ten with the finest blinkers,
But they roughed the softness of your hands.

I bought you hats to cover your hair.
I feared the jealous wind might come and play,
And sweep up the fragrance of your tresses away,
And spread your sweet aroma everywhere.

Lastly, I bought you two sexy gowns to wear tonight;
But sadly, I burned them on my way to see you.
Poets make great liars, but this one fact is true:
Your body should only be clothed in moonlight.

©Habib Dabajeh 2019

REVERENCE

It’s the butterfly that suddenly appears,
And beguiles my soul to leap out.
The bird songs gratify my ears,
Entreating my heart to rejoice and shout.

It’s the buzzing of summer bees,
And the flora that entices them in.
The glow of sunlight on restless trees,
As they dance and bow to the soft wind.

The bliss of night and its countless eyes,
And the full moon gracing the sea.
It’s the wonderment of the fireflies,
That confirms the miracle of nature to me.

The ever-vigilant owls in the tree
Begging the mice to come out and play.
The sleepless crickets singing in melody,
As the magical night slowly melts away.

But, best of all, it’s the laughter I hear,
Where I lay my head to rest-
Love songs and poetry fill my ear,
As I lay there upon your breast.

©Habib Dabajeh) 8/98

I LOVE YOU WHOLLY

I like the way you twirl your long hair,
When in dalliance on the couch you lay.
You playfully frown and hold your stare,
Waiting for me to blow a kiss your way.

Your silly laughter tingles my skin,
And like a candle, I melt at night.
Beautiful eyes that pull me in,
And bring my darkened life to hope and light.

I love the sound of your gibberish voice,
When you end an argument with a sneer.
I like how often you leave me no choice,
But to whisper love verses into your ear.

How softly you walk and break a smile,
And work every curve with perfect motion.
And then you smirk, knowing all the while,
Your dance induced my fervor and devotion.

I like the way you bite your lips,
When you whisper something silently;
And how you place both hands on your hips
And scowl, thinking I understood what you said to me.

When we hug, and I’m pressed against your breast,
My griefs and burdens you make me forget.
Then you kiss me and I find eternal rest,
And swoon upon your heart, my little coquette.

I love the red cheeks that light your face,
Whenever you blush and roll your eyes.
I love you wholly, your fairness and grace;
Your moods, attitudes, faults, and lies.

©Habib Dabajeh

SHE SHOWS HER FACE

She shows her face, so pure with light,
And sedates me with her coy advances.
Like the full moon on the blackest night,
She draws me in deeper with her glances.

Her beauty enchants, even when she cries,
I gaze in bewilderment and fall prey.
She laughs, and spurns me with her eyes;
And as my heart melts, she casually walks away.

The moon follows her where she may go,
And wanders aimlessly through the skies.
Suspended and motionless, dimming slow,
It’s overtaken by the glare in her eyes.

What two feet could turn away, but clack,
When her fingers comb her long soft hair?
One soft shake and she throws it back,
And the fragrance of flora fills the air.

My heart is sent soaring from my chest,
When I hear her soft and mellow voice.
And in my mind, all thoughts oppressed,
My speech falters, no breath to rejoice.

And what is beauty, but an illusion and a con?
It only taunts the heart and deceives the mind.
Beauty is only temporal as time sweeps on,
But my heart is foolish, and my eyes are blind.

©Habib Dabajeh

MY SOUL IS TRAPPED

My soul is trapped by your silly games;
It’s the way you smile with eyes so fair.
When you blush, you fan on the flames,
And the more distress my heart must bear.

Falling in love was not my choice,
But your beauty perplexes the mind.
Soft lips call me with a tender voice;
I’m ensnared, and the more hardship I find.

I can’t look away, and I can’t sleep,
I sit fixated on you, and can only stare.
Too stunned and paralyzed to even weep,
I’m all disarranged and disheveled like your hair.

©Habib Dabajeh July 2001

ALL I WANT

My world has crumbled, but I don’t care;
All I want is to be your clown.
All my wealth and worldly possessions,
Have no value compared to your frown.

I don’t wish to comprehend this world;
I would rather fancy your supercilious sneer.
To see your face appear amid your tresses,
Like moonlight does when the skies clear.

I have given up all work and profession;
All I want is to be near you.
To find a tree where nightingales nest,
And tell your heart a poem, or two.

It’s all this crazy love poetry now,
And an intoxicated heart at your feet.
If poesy and song do not entice,
I have eager lips for kisses sweet.

The moon is encircled by a colorful ring,
But all I want is to look at your face.
The sea is blessed with glints of light,
But in your eyes is the radiance and grace.

This crazy poetry has intoxicated me.
All day and night, I want to verse you.
“His mind is lost!” They say, “The fool is mad!”
How wise people are to speak words so true!

I don’t care for this world and its false hopes;
Nor crave the promised world of eternal bliss.
No faith or religion; no mosque or church;
All I want is your sodden lips.

©Habib Dabajeh 12/03

MY SOLE ABODE

I search my thoughts, but I’m devoid and helpless
To try and verse your fairness and sweetness.
My lips shiver, and my tongue is all numbed up;
Your frown is enough to leave me speechless.

Can the rose compare to your stature and grace?
Or the light of the moon to your blushing face?
Can the moon bathe me with the same warmth?
Or do rose petals touch me with a softer embrace?

Crows mock the nightingale because they know,
Nothing sweet from their throats can ever flow.
Honey is so sweet, and sugar is sweeter still,
But sweeter are the kisses your lips bestow.

I once hoped for paradise and feared hell’s calamity,
Now, I exist for the moment to verse your beauty.
Imprisoned and humbled inside your warm heart,
How could the sorrows of this world touch me?

You smile, and from clouds the sun shines through,
And dries all the joyous tears I wept for you.
Your heart is my sole abode, where am I to go?
Your love is my existence, what am I to do?

©Habib Dabajeh 7/7/17

INDITING YOUR BEAUTY

I sing of love because I admire beauty.
I solemnly accept my decreed duty.
Each breath I take, each miracle I view,
I voice the universe that reflects off you.

The stars that beautify my dreamy night
Are drawn to your eyes in broad daylight.
The sun frowns at the stars as if to say,
“Her beauty is mine to admire today!”

The moon, too, is attracted to your glow,
And seems to follow you wherever you go.
People look up in fear and wonder why,
The moon appears so chaotic in the sky.

The wind that blows and never dies
Comes to your door and earnestly cries,
“Bring to me your soft and lovely hair,
I long to laugh and dance forever there!”

Birds will come out calling with heavy sighs,
And wait for dawn to break from your eyes.
They seem restless, preparing all night to raise
Their sweet songs, your beauty to praise.

The serenity in your eyes, the blush on your face,
No splendor of spring or summer can replace!
Although summer may try in vain to outdo,
And will not display a lovelier rose than you!

All the while, I watch your swelling breast,
And I sigh, refusing to close my eyes and rest.
All through the night, I honored my sworn duty;
As you slept, I was up, inditing your beauty.

©Habib Dabajeh 9/86

TWO LOVE BIRDS

I sat down to write you a love poem,
But I could not find the perfect words.
So I pleaded with nature for inspiration,
And I was greeted by two lovely birds.

They eagerly perched at my window,
And quickly sensed the pain in my heart.
We waited patiently until the sun
Had ordered the last star to depart.

Two love birds with feathers so bright,
Sang and praised the coming dawn.
As my heart swelled, I began to verse
A poem inspired solely by their song.

I pray it finds its way to your heart,
This poem with verses that ring so true.
You can thank those two feathered angels,
Who poured their hearts out all for you.

©Habib Dabajeh

YOU

Astronomers dream and make false claims;
They can’t see the only star that shines true.
Philosophers preach and fall back to sleep;
Their feeble minds cannot fathom you.

Your form and grace are beyond thought.
An artist so gifted with dreams, but has no clue.
The painters all gather to trace your curves,
But wander in delusion gazing at you.

The rose and narcissus both wear your musk.
The lily and violet imitate your hue.
You shed tears of light and the sun smiles,
Persuading spring and summer to follow you.

Lovers seek the moon for inspiration,
But now, it’s your face they’re drawn to.
Your face is the envy of every woman,
Perfume and make-up don’t pertain to you.

Your beauty is peerless in heaven and earth.
You are that vision all poets swoon to.
They search for mysteries deep in the ocean,
But none have found a pearl like you!

If Poetry can’t verse you with all its magic,
Oh, Love! As your poet, I’m useless, too!
A lame weaver of words: What use am I?
The light of all poetry derives from you.

YOUR BEAUTY

My tongue is stuttering nonsense.
My eyes traumatized by your angelic face.
My heart is bleeding with words to verse you,
Buy my mind struggles to conceive your grace.

All the sleepless nights thinking of you!
Look what your beauty does to me;
You stray my soul and leave my mind
Suspended between dream and reality.

©Habib Dabajeh

YOUR BEAUTY BAFFLES

When God first created roses,
He handpicked a certain few.
And picking the sweetest petals from each,
He carefully formed and blessed You.

What He whispered to those roses,
And made them laugh and dance on air;
He whispered into your heart, My Love,
And made You a hundred times more fair.

He made You from seven alternating lights.
A thousand blessings He did bestow.
Now, the jealous moon circles above You,
Trying to mirror Your soft glow.

Like an anxious artist, the mystic sun,
Through a cover of clouds begins to peek.
And all the pretty colors he brushes,
He borrows from Your blushing cheek.

The lilies are quiet, the violets are still;
Trees are motionless, no movement there.
From every direction, like wailing songs,
The four winds have gathered in Your hair.

The beauty that is you baffles praise.
Poetry is too mute to sing what must be sung.
But my heart is self-willed and cries out,
“The pearls of poesy must be strung!”

I hear the sweet singing of the nightingale.
I see the jasmine erect all bathed in dew.
Roses are blushing, the cypress is bowing;
Oh, love! I acknowledge no other beauty, but You!

©Habib Dabajeh

SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE

We held hands one night and walked,
Our lips were silent, but the eyes talked.

Beneath a lively tree with a special guest,
We laid and were serenaded without rest.

The sweetest music poured from his throat,
And we hugged and kissed with every note.

Melting in her, I vowed on my burning heart,
And to his melody, from her to never part.

All through the night that happy angel sung,
And nothing but poetry flowed from my tongue.

The crickets and fireflies enchant the night.
The full moon and stars burned with light.

There beneath heaven’s garden of grace,
My heart surrendered in her warm embrace.

What was I to do, but verse her beauty?
We fell into spells of passion and infidelity.

Looking into her eyes I cried, “A love pure and free,
The Poet of Eternity has scribed for you and me.

O Sweetheart, He gave me poesy to pursue,
And fairness and grace, He gave unto you.

Heed not the jealousy of the night skies,
When they wane before your coral eyes.

The song of the nightingale echoes loud and true,
Knowing how perfectly paired He made us two!”

TWO FOUNTAINS

Her elusive beauty caught me in a noose.
Weakened by her smile, how can I break loose?
The harder I pulled to set myself free,
The tighter she squeezed and bound me.

Her fruitful garden before me was laid bare,
And as I hunger, I indulged in all the fruits there.
I placed my lips on her two fountains of truth,
And tasted the sweet-scented waters of youth.

I have now forsaken reason and belief,
Separated from her, I find only grief.
I saw her beauty, and it blinded me.
I drank her poison, and now I can see.