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I pass by your name
And sigh like a king
Of glories that I
Am still yet to claim
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I search in its parts
The low of its start
The high of its end
The lull in its sea
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Which part did I miss?
Where else should I stare?
There’s nothing but this:
The vacuum of we
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But still I can stare
Like bedouins at stars
And be accused not
Of piercing a name
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Funny it is how
A child may be jeered
For pulling her kite
Hauling as it parts
.
At times it forgets
The higher it flies
The tighter her grip
The louder her call
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At times she forgets
No matter how high
A kite levitates
It’s destined to fall
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Yet not within reach
But far on the ground
When picked again by
Your very same hand
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Now enough of kites
And of whys and names
I am here today
To immortalize you
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And do bear in mind
Kings speak not to please
But when stirred enough
To boast or condemn
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I hereby declare
This special a day
A blessing to all
A menace to one
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For they ask me how
This goddess can be
Superior to all
Parallel to none
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Vivid as purple,
Alive as Byblos,
If seen from a cruise
Of haze in the skies
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And speaking of slow
Speed up these blinks!
We drool as we miss
The light of your eyes
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If one day, my sweet
They question these words
Shy not and yell back:
He said he was King!
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I claimed myself such
The instant I climbed
A pedestal to touch
The pride of your lips
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You can laugh out loud
In your name while I
Live on apples in
Hearts of él and elle
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Your name, words chant
How humbled we are
To undress thy face
With a sinless blush
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The color of sin
Is not that of red
But mine as I yearn
For a tint of you.
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L.


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