You taught me
To be a human
Moreover, you created
A discipline
In me to walk as a man,
From you
I received
A virtuous way
In my life
And from
Your manners
I expressed myself
In front of humanity,
You directed
Bhagouauty to be himself
For you are indeed among the unique symbols,
Yaw, the mystical mystery, the image of peace
Guiding all to live happily
In the shelter named the womanhood.
TO A POET
Bhagouauty admires
Your simplicity
In complexity of
Expression of nature,
For your thoughts
Are fresh
As a new plant
In the peace garden,
Your integrity
Is virtuous
For you are
Divine in your
Dedication to
Simple way of living
You are glorifying
The natural living
While you have the privilege
To honor your soul
By faithfulness
In all your deeds,
Creating feelings
Of reverence in us for you
The creative word feeler
As a poet, you are.
LOVE
Love is not blind
It has eyes
Having the sight
Of virtues that are deep
Within the soul
And outside
The realm of cleverness
But inside
The heart
That seeks
And weeps
And longs
For beloved
So strongly
That the eyes
Of love for Bhagouauty
Has only pure sight of
Faithfulness for selflessness
That is the essences of humanly love
Having the never changing values
Giving the eternal presence
As it is not the body
It is the soul
Seeking love
The body is just a tool, which cannot have
Any room for a fool
Believing that essence is the physical presence
Well, just to remember is the excellence
Of the thing called love.
