Where a soul meets the soul
The rhyme meets the rhyme
Under a million tones of coal
Let the diamond take its time

Let us see, from this plunge
What gem brings she for us
With shape memory a sponge
Fills itself to drip with no fuss

This circumfluent fuss you see
How it unravels tangles of art
Laden with words one donkey
Exhausts his wits to be a part

Some offered a drink of wine
Showing there a good culture
Some took on to, dead swine
So a man embodies a vulture

Bids to highjack love are rife
And no one knows a jot of it
You were not my jilted wife
And I love you and a lot of it

Hope I am not ripped asunder
Or beaten with a baseball bat
Or you return bolts of thunder
My love I made you a lab rat!

Saif U'Lah - 09 October - 2007