There’s is a softness
There’s is a gentleness
There’s breathlessness
That I carry,
Only for you.
It used to drop from my eyes,
It used to flutter from my lips,
It used to rise from my palms.
Only for you.
Like a protective wing,
Like a delicate feather,
Like a soft plumage,
Only for you.
How swift is this sunshine,
How harsh is this wind,
How loud is that street.
Hustle and bustle,
Morning to eve,
Screen to street.
Noisy,
Roaring,
Heaving.
I cannot escape it.
I walk on,
I fight on,
I fly on.
As without flying,
I cannot remember.
The thud of my heart.
The yearning of my heart.
The secret of my heart.
Only for you.
Layla Ali Sultan 