Grinning Ghazal
Sunrise, through the glass window, I glance at your face
Breathing softly, a summer breeze, romance on your face
Every lover finds freedom at the soaring statue
Where liberty ignites the torch of France on the face
High rollers get lucky at this roulette wheel
Where balls, like hot lovers, take a chance on the face
Evening, on the promenade, couples murmur
And stroll, arms locked in embrace, a trance on the face
Cupid’s fire burns. We sweat until we bead, heated up
By the flaming arrow archers lance in the face
Lift me up, darling, in your hot air balloon, to the moon
Which smiles like a Cheshire cat, we’ll dance on its face!
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