Monday, October 17, 2011

Go for Gold


Go for Gold


Oh but thy fair and prime,
Lines, style and facial allure
Caught me knapping half awake.
Your innocence I’d have to hold,
When ninety nine percent takes gold.


You are such an incredible thing
Of beauty, rare as topaz eyes.
Caramel is sour, compared to you,
When I hold my gaze upon,
The marvel of gods design,
Perfect, every detail, each line.


Half the man I used to be,
Going for gold, I’m full of hope,
That with me you may elope.
Take the bus on eastern lines,
Arrive in bedsit hotel, Palestine.
Or as near as damn it with you,
A look of love upon your face…