10/2/2021 0 Comments First Love: a poemWe often speak of first love Of stolen glances and fluttering hearts Flushed cheeks, day dreams
Moonlight, roses, and poems My first love Before it was a tragedy Was a tale of serendipity It was azure skies and sweet jasmines Sunflower fields and golden sunsets A tender Sun; a gentle breeze My first love Was love at first sight, at first breath A story that started before I knew life And ended before I found out My first love Is Homs and its blackstone walls The gushing waters of the Orontes The rolling fields of Arrastan Dablan street, the corn seller My first love is the warm blankets Mama Brought out in the winter My first love Is Damascus and its jasmines Mount Qasioun towering over the city Stopping at the rest stop on the way To eat la7m b3ajeen My first love is the Old Damascus Streets The museums, the houses, the art My first love Is Hama and its norias Just that one night Lost to time, but not to me My first love is the ice cream I ate Holding baba’s hand as we watched the norias So full of magic, I refuse to believe they’re Of this world My first love Is Tartus and its shores The waters of the Mediterranean Red flowers blooming Over the stonewalls of our beach house My first love is the Sunset in Tartus Because I could speak for hours, and still Never be able to convey its beauty My first love Is Dara’a, Suwayda, Quneitra Deir-ez-Zor and Hasakeh and Raqqa Idlib, Lattakia I never met you But I love you, so much So much My first love Is in name; Syria, Souriyah, as-Sham In pictures; wars and loss and terror And in my heart; home Just that Home The chirping of birds in the morning Meteor showers at night The innocent memories of childhood The bitterness of a first loss So this is my love letter To my first love Sorry I never got to know all of you Sorry I left you behind - no Sorry the tyrant ripped us apart Sorry I can’t return to you Without the risk of losing everything But I still believe In love and hope and justice How can I not? You taught me to So this is my letter to you, With the promise I’ll be back No explanations or how’s or if’s I just will.
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