Romantic Poems

There would come a time
when there is no more morning
with the sun that always accompany
the fresh dew, the night sprinkle tears

There would come a time
when there is no more day
with the sun that stand widely
the hot air accumulates
the dust narrow cough

There would come a time
when there is no more night
with the sun that don't want
to be disturbed by the dull light
of the moon and the stars
when it sleeps

Then I always hope there

is no more time
that would remind me of

you in one time...

(Ihsan Abdul Salam)