The Book of Love

a poem by Mohamed Shuaib

This book is so precious to me
the book which I named
after some body.

Every little words that
I’ve put in it is
dedicated to her.

She is the inspiration to me
I saw her beautiful face,
I gotto know to write.

This hidden talent which was in me
she helped me out
to bring it out.

I’ll miss her all my life
I’ll cry forever, ‘coz
there is no way to recover her.

What a nice chirpy chit was she
my love for her
will for ever be.