Lessons from Your Love

A Poem of Love and Sorrow

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Your love taught me how to be sad
And I’ve been in need for ages
For a woman who makes me feel bad
For a woman that brings tears to my eyes
Like a bird that has just died
For a woman to gather my shattered pieces
Like the broken shards of a crystal clear

Your love, my lady, taught me bad habits
To read my cup every single night
And try the remedies of the herbalists
And knock on the fortune tellers’ doors with delight
Your love taught me to leave my home
And comb the streets, rain or shine
To chase after your face alone
In the light of cars and the raindrops, divine
To chase after your ghost until I find
Your face on every billboard sign

Your love taught me how to behave like a child
To draw your face on walls with chalks, so mild
And on the boats and bells and crosses high and wild
Your love taught me how love can change the map of time
To the furthest corners of the child’s tales, sublime
To the palaces of kings of the jinn and to…