By: Khairi janbek
Woo to the heart and its plight
When it marvels at Desdemona's sight
To the seventh heaven it takes a flight
Where reason and heart never fight
You pull my heart like a shaking kite
Which fears a tumble from the rising height
Your close embrace that holds me tight
Brings the sunshine in the middle of the night
Lovers and drunkards mix dawn with twilight
Even when God's lights are shimmering bright
To have you is totake life and have a bite
For angels settle and demons feel the fright.
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