[So I tried out this ghazal thing...]
Love
By Dara El Taib
to an unnamed youth
Once I was without a care - you should have known me then, love.
I've lost it, now, the means to Dream a life whose aim had been love.
I wonder does it anger God to call this den a garden?
The heady buds and fountain draughts may tempt a man to sin, love.
Even more the flowers - slender stems and brilliant blooms
Dancing in the sultry winds or sharing with the men - love.
Some see the One in every leaf, I believed this of myself once.
The perfume and your moonlit eyes - and finally I am in love.
I speak to you of beauty and your hair like silken strands,
You tire of wine and smoke and then you ask me only, "When, love?"
In your tears another Song - where leaving is the sin;
Go, and find a better man whose heart is free to win, love.